Our society allows people to be absolutely neurotic and totally out of touch with their feelings and everyone else's feelings, and yet be very respectable.

Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.

i found god in myself and i loved her i loved her fiercely

in our ordinaryness we are most bizarre.

nice is such a rip-off.

our dreams draw blood from old sores.

I'm a firm believer that language and how we use language determines how we act, and how we act then determines our lives and other people's lives.