I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.

She learned the intricacy of loneliness: the horror of color, the roar of soundlessness and the menace of familiar objects lying still.

Birth, life, and death― each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.

Love is never any better than the lover.

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.

Sexist language, racist language, theistic language - all are typical of the policing languages of mastery, and cannot, do not, permit new knowledge or encourage the mutual exchange of ideas.

I don't think I knew any of my father's friends - male friends - by their real names. I remember them only by their nicknames.