In time of crisis, we summon up our strength. Then, if we are lucky, we are able to call every resource, every forgotten image that can leap to our quickening, every memory that can make us know our power. And this luck is more than it seems to be: it depends on the long preparation of the self to be used.

What three things can never be done? / Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone

The world is made up of Stories, not Atoms.

My lifetime listens to yours.

The world is not made of molecules, the world is made of stories.

I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.

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