Survival is an art. It requires the dulling of the mind and the senses, and a delicate attunement to waiting, without insisting on precision about just what it is you are waiting for.

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 very notion of superiority of one kind over another will have to disappear, although differences among kind will remain.

Men seem unable to feel equal to women: they must be superior or they are inferior

I'd discovered you never know yourself until you're tested and that you don't even know you're being tested until afterwards, and that in fact there isn't anyone giving the test except yourself.

I believe that all human beings are equal. I believe that no one has the right to authority over anyone else.

Even disasters -- there are always disasters when you travel -- can be turned into adventures.