One can find traces of every life in each life.

Just as the slave master required the slaves to imitate the image he had of them, so women, who live in a relatively powerless position, politically and economically, feel obliged by a kind of implicit force to live up to culture's image of what is female.

It is a grief over the fate of the Earth that contains within it a joyful hope, that we might reclaim this Earth.

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

But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete.

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.

The hard surface of the stone is impervious to nothing in the end. The heat of the sun leaves evidence of daylight. Each drop of rain changes the form; even the wind and the air itself, invisible to our eyes, etches its presence. … All history is taken in by stones.