The arc of my mind has an equal swing in all directions. I should say the same of your mind if I thought you would believe it. But we are so saturated with the notion that Time is a dimension accessible from one direction only, that you will at first probably be shocked by my saying that I can see truly as far in front of me as I can see exactly behind me.

I do not know who sings my songs / Before they are sung by me.

When a woman ceases to alter the fashion of her hair, you guess that she has passed the crisis of her experience.

It is always so much easier to be moral than it is to be spiritual.

What women have to stand on squarely [is] not their ability to see the world in the way men see it, but the importance and validity of their seeing it in some other way.

Life set itself to new processions of seed-time and harvest, the skin newly turned to seasonal variations, the very blood humming to new altitudes.

This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough