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.

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

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.

Men's need to dominate women may be based in their own sense of marginality or emptiness; we do not know its root, and men are making no effort to discover it.

It isn't success after all, is it, if it isn't an expression of your deepest energies?

Control over a woman is the only form of dominance most men possess, for most men are merely subjects of more powerful men.

She drowned in words that could not teach her how to swim.