The simple act of telling a woman's story from a woman's point of view is a revolutionary act: it never has been done before.

Our great symbol for the Goddess is the moon, whose three aspects reflect the three stages in women's lives and whose cycles of waxing and waning coincide with women's menstrual cycles.

In Old Europe and Ancient Crete, women were respected for their roles in the discovery of agriculture and for inventing the arts of weaving and pottery making.

If we do not mean that God is male when we use masculine pronouns and imagery, then why should there be any objections to using female imagery and pronouns as well?

The simplest and most basic meaning of the symbol of the Goddess is the acknowledgment of the legitimacy of female power as a beneficent and independent power.

Watching birds has become part of my daily meditation affirming my connection to the earth body.

The Goddess of Old Europe and Ancient Crete represented the unity of life in nature, delight in the diversity of form, the powers of birth, death and regeneration.

I first became interested in women and religion when I was one of the few women doing graduate work in Religious Studies at Yale University in the late 1960's.

Why does everyone cling to the masculine imagery and pronouns even though they are a mere linguistic device that has never meant that God is male?

At first the ancient images of the Goddess did not interest me.

The women's movement will present a growing threat to patriarchal religion less by attacking it than by simply leaving it behind.

Blessed is the society with elderly souls.

Now get going. You'll find a way of calm through.""And you, Mael?""I'll drop in later. I've things for you to do, Withal. But for now, " he faced inland, "I'm going to beat a god senseless.

Life is immeasurable breath.

I'm not incredibly hipster. I wasn't cool enough to handle it.

We will respond with a heavy hand to the brutal murder of Jews who came to pray and were killed by lowly murderers.

Those of us who write spend our entire lives in an endless English class.

I have much clearer memories of my time in Egypt: songs on the radio, the rhythms that accompanied belly dancers, the sound of the adhan - the Muslim call to prayer. I just soaked it all up.

In order to have influence, you have to be influenced.

My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party.