Those who speak of our culture as dead or dying have a quarrel with life, and I think they cannot understand its terms, but must endlessly repeat the projection of their own desires.

Reality is the completion of experience.

I hear the singing of the lives of women. They clear mystery, the offering, and pride.

Punctuation is biological. It is the physical indication of the body-rhythms which the reader is to acknowledge.

My lifetime listens to yours.

Whatever can happen to anyone can happen to me.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.