Days I kept busy with fractured angels' client masquerades.

She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.

Sisterhood - that is, primary and bonding love from women - is, like motherhood, a capacity, not a destiny. It must be chosen, exercised by acts of will.

Even when I cannot write, I know I am still a writer, just the way I know I am still sexual even if I have not had a lover for many months.

I am a woman / who understands / the necessity of an impulse whose goal or origin / still lie beyond me.

When you died I didn't weep nor dream but knew you like a god breathe in each healing we begin.

I am a woman who understands the necessity of an impulse whose goal or origin still lie beyond me.

We are stuck on the obvious of this world, and it so fills our minds and our beings that there is little room for anything else, even if that "obvious" is merely a small part of what is real.

I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.

You can't look at a sleeping cat and be tense.

Coming into Los Angeles, bringing in a couple of keys. Don't touch my bags, if you please Mr. Customs man.

You have this one life. So just live it and just do it.

Ultimately, there is no compromise. Westerners will either retain their civilization, including the right to insult and blaspheme, or not.

Luckily, I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself.

You can wait forever for perfect conditions or you can make do with what you have.

An empire is an immense egotism.

I read hungrily and delightedly, and have realized since that you can’t write unless you read.