In a great gasp, puts her head in her hands again and cries as if her throat were a cave, as if the howling winds came from her belly, she cries like a storm that will never end.

The same men who are blind and deaf to feminism are acutely sensitive to what threatens their dominance and privilege.

Never underestimate the power of helplessness!

I have opened all the doors in my head. I have opened all the pores in my body. But only the tide rolls in.

Fear is a question. What are you afraid of and why? Our fears are a treasure house of self-knowledge if we explore them.

All the women I know feel a little like outlaws.

loneliness is not a longing for company, it is a longing for kind. And kind means people who can see you who you are, and that means they have enough intelligence and sensitivity and patience to do that.