The will to be totally rational is the will to be made out of glass and steel: and to use others as if they were glass and steel.

I don't even remember what Mother and I quarreled about: it is a continual quarrel that began when I reached puberty.

I don't think writers change the past any more than other people do, except in so far as we may mine our lives and change things for fictional use.

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

Shall I tell you something I've been noticing? The mistrust this society has for women. All kinds of experts and officials are terrified because so many women are working. They really think that women have to be coerced into having babies and raising kids.

We can only know what we can truly imagine. Finally what we see comes from ourselves.

Praise our choices, sister, for each doorway open to us was taken by squads of fighting women who paid years of trouble and struggle, who paid their wombs, their sleep, their lives that we might walk through these gates upright. Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out. Freedom is our real abundance.