Man is completely out of phase with nature. Nature is woman. Man is the intruder. The man who re-attunes himself with nature is the man who de-mans himself or eliminates himself as man.

The inmates are ghosts whose dreams have been murdered.

Bisexuality is not so much a cop-out as a fearful compromise.

It's necessary in order to attract attention, to dazzle at all costs, to be disapproved of by serious people and quoted by the foolish.

Passivity is the dragon every woman has to murder in her quest for independence.

Telling it like it is means telling it like it was and how it is now that it isn't what it was to the is now people.

The right to reticence seems earned only by having nothing to hide.

Suicide is a hasty unresolved death that slowly kills those close-by day by day.

Our powerful hunger for myth is a hunger for community. The person without a myth is a person without a home...To be a member of one's community is to share in its myths...

Much learning doth make thee mad.

When I am able to resist the temptation to judge others, I can see them as teachers of forgiveness in my life, reminding me that I can only have peace of mind when I forgive rather than judge.

I agree that a love of reading is a great gift for a parent to pass on to his or her child.

He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come.

Your memories from your early childhood seem to have such purchase on your emotions. They are so concrete.

Our community belongs to us and whether it is mean or majestic, whether arrayed in glory or covered in shame, we cannot but share its character and destiny.

Every path hath a puddle.

When we have a circle of friends, we have more fun. We get more done, we feel and are stronger, and we really do celebrate the power of our 'us.'