Writing is not, alas, like riding a bicycle: it does not get easier with practice.
In the grammar of the phallus -- the I, I, I -- [woman] can't utter female experience.
A line, once crossed, can never be uncrossed.
This kind of split makes me crazy, this territorializing of the holy. Here God may dwell. Here God may not dwell. It contradicts everything in my experience, which says: God dwells where I dwell. Period.
our lives are stories we tell ourselves.
From the moment of birth, at every level, human beings who are more alike than different become polarized into two absolutely exclusive classes with very different and ill-distributed symbolic powers.