I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.

Life goes on, even if two-headed and glowing faintly in the dark.

We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.

It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.

The pornography of violence of course far exceeds, in volume and general acceptance, sexual pornography, in this Puritan land of ours.

The creative adult is the child who has survived.

As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music. And, as you read and re-read, the book of course participates in the creation of you, your thoughts and feelings, the size and temper of your soul.