A woman who is starved for her real soul-life may look 'cleaned up and combed' on the outside, but on the inside she is filled with dozens of pleading hands and empty mouths.

If you have never been called a defiant, incorrigible, impossible woman… have faith. There is yet time.

To be ourselves causes us to be exiled by many others, and yet to comply with what others want causes us to be exiled from ourselves.

Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing.

All that you are seeking is also seeking you. If you lie still, sit still, it will find you. It has been waiting for you a long time.

When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and you laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.

Do not lose heart. We were made for these times.....For years we have been learning, practicing, been in training for...and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement.

A healthy woman is much like a wolf: robust, chock-full, strong life force, life-giving, territorially aware, inventive, loyal, roving.

Be proud of your scars. They have everything to do with your strength, and what you've endured. They're a treasure map to the deep self.

If you have yet to be called an incorrigable, defiant woman, don't worry, there is still time

A territory is only possessed for a moment in time.

Never seek permission to be yourself.

[Home educator] sometimes teaching and parenting is tough stuff. That is the reality of the calling. I hope ... [do] not quit or give up hope but keep moving forward on the path where God guides you.

They never tell you about that either. How the hardest thing a mother has to do is give her child up, let them go, watch them run.

Too often, advances in civil rights or women's rights are undermined by wrong-headed legislation or weak-kneed political leadership.

Truth lives in the cellar, error on the doorstep.

My dad loved black singers. So listening to New Orleans music, eventually I wanted to play an instrument.

I cannot sit and think; books think for me.

That's basically what I did every weekend when I was a kid, just go and see two movies per weekend.

Everyone thinks I'm ethereal. But I'm not like that, you know. I'm not ethereal. Well, I might have a little bit of that quality to me, that 'old soul' thing, but I'm not ethereal.