... This is the paradox of vision: Sharp perception softens our existence in the world.

A story is told as much by silence as by speech.

Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope.

In one sense I feel that my book is a one-woman argument against determinism.

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.

Each life reverberates in every other life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, we are connected, woven together in our needs and desires, rich and poor, men and women alike.

Every important social movement reconfigures the world in the imagination. What was obscure comes forward, lies are revealed, memory shaken, new delineations drawn over the old maps: it is from this new way of seeing the present that hope emerges for the future...Let us begin to imagine the worlds we would like to inhabit, the long lives we will share, and the many futures in our hands.