I also noticed that humor was even more of a survival tactic here than in most women's groups. As one asked: What did Columbus call primitive? Answer: Equal women.

If you find yourself drawn to an event against all logic, go. The universe is telling you something.

Altogether, if I had to pick one place to hang out anywhere, from New York to Cape Town and Australia to Hong Kong, a bookstore would be it.

As Robin Morgan wrote so wisely, "Hate generalizes, love specifies". Thats what makes going on the road so important. It definitely specifies.

When people ask me why I still have hope and energy after all these years, I always say: Because I travel.

Don't write when you're angry and under deadline, with time to test it only on friends who know what you mean, not on strangers who don't.

My father did not have to trade dying alone for the joys of the road. My mother did not have to give up a journey of her own to have a home. Neither do I. Neither do you.

As feminism has changed academia by enlarging what is taught, academia has sometimes changed feminism.

Mrs. Greene made me understand the parallels between race and caste--- and how women's bodies were used to perpetuate both. Different prisons. Same key.

The idea that women are 'our own worst enemies' forces us to admit that we don't have the power to be, even if we wanted too.

Everyone has a home but me.

Live in harmony with one another.

Folks do not want to see a body disappear before their very eyes. Not me at least.

If you will read again what is written, you will see how it was.

Upon the sacredness of property civilization itself depends-the right of the laborer to his hundred dollars in the savings bank, and equally the legal right of the millionaire to his millions.

it's perfectly possible to hate one's fat and to love one's body at the same time.

The Democratic party of Florida has put a temperance plank in its platform and the Republican party of every state would nail that plank in their platform if they thought it would carry the election.

Love renders all of our plans and all of our hopes a gamble.

Our ideals, like pictures, are made from lights and shadows.

My father was always there for me when I lost. But, then, I never really lost when my father was there.

The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost.