I am prepared to accept from others their own version of reality. I think it is a basic freedom really, to create one's own reality from whatever truths are available.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

We are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists.

A concealed truth, that's all a lie is. Either by omission or commission we never do more than obscure. The truth stays in the undergrowth, waiting to be discovered.

Poetry has never let me down. Without poetry, I would have found life less comprehensible, less bearable and infinitely less enjoyable.

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

That is my story, simply told. Please do not ask again. I have told you in order to issue a warning. I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.' 'Why?' 'Because they have no pity. They know what others can survive, as they did.

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.

When you are loving, kind, and appreciative, you can help change others without using criticism.

Most disease is lifestyle related and preventable

We can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts.

I'm a worrier by nature. My husband says that if I'm not worried about something, I'm worried about what I've forgotten to be worried about.

Contemporary ramen is totally different than what most Americans think ramen should be. Ramen is not one thing; there are many, many different types.

The more I know of astronomy, the more I believe in God.

Obviously Feministing is kind of a women's space in a certain way, even though we have a lot of male readership and people who don't identify as women.

The sole aim of journalism should be service.

Were floods of tears to be unloosed In tribute to my grief, The doves of Noah ne'er had roost Nor found an olive-leaf.

There is a truth and beauty in rhetoric; but it oftener serves ill turns than good ones.