God enters the world through those of us who are willing to let God participate fully in our lives.

God is no White Knight who charges into the world to pluck us like distressed damsels from the jaws of dragons, or diseases. God chooses to become present to and through us. It is up to us to rescue one another.

In a society that prates about, but seldom practices, communication, the craving to be listened to, heard, understood - which originates with the first terrified wail, the circling arms, the breast, the consolatory murmur - is hard to assuage.

My writing arises out of erotic impulse toward an other: it is an act of love. And I want terribly to be loved in return, as a sign that I have loved well enough.

In the grammar of the phallus -- the I, I, I -- [woman] can't utter female experience.

If only we could have them back as babies today, now that we have some idea what to do with them.

I will write myself into well-being.