I think artists can go to a level of vision that can often save us from a situation which seems to have no solution whatsoever.

The mind can forget what the body, defined by each breath, subject to the heart beating, does not.

Perhaps every moment of time lived in human consciousness remains in the air around us.

And if the professional rapist is to be separated from the average dominant heterosexual (male), it may be mainly a quantitative difference.

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.

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

Each time I write, each time the authentic words break through, I am changed. The older order that I was collapses and dies. I lose control. I do not know exactly what words will appear on the page. I follow language. I follow the sound of the words, and I am surprised and transformed by what I record.