She liked to tell everyone that women make the best beekeepers, 'cause they have a special ability built into them to love creatures that sting.
Rebirth is almost impossible without the darkness.....I tell myself I am experiencing the death of myself as mother, the death of myself as a younger woman -- precious old lives going by the wayside....
It was possible to close your eyes and exit life without actually dying. You just had to faint.
It has come as a great revelation to me that abolitionist is different from the desire for racial equality. Color prejudice is at the bottom of everything. If it's not fixed, the plight of the Negro w...
I'd been wandering about in the enchantments of romance, afflicted with the worst female curse on earth, the need to mold myself to expectations.
I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.
I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it?
I realize I'm trying to work out the boundaries. How to love her without interfering. How to step back and let her have her private world and yet still be an intimate part of it. When she talks about...
I longed for it in that excruciating way one has of romanticizing the life she didn’t choose.
I have noticed that if you look carefully at people's eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.
I felt a trembling along my skin, a treaveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the m...
Her forbidden bath all those months ago still hung leaden between us, though Handful didn't seem the least bit ashamed by my discovery of it. Rather the opposite, she was like someone who'd risen to h...
He that finds his life shall lose it, and he that loses his life shall find it. Do not fear to lose what needs to be lost.
A woman in Deep Sleep is one who goes about in an unconscious state. She seems unaware or unfazed by the truth of her own female life, the truth about women in general, the way women and the feminine...
[Let's] put feet to our prayers.
When a woman starts to disentangle herself from patriarchy, ultimately she is abandoned to her own self.
There's no pain on earth that doesn't crave a benevolent witness.
There's a frightful muteness that dwells at the center of all unspeakable things, and I had found my way into it.
There is nothing perfect, [...] there is only life.
Spinners take out the bad stuff, leave in the good. I’ve always thought how nice it would be to have spinners like this for human beings. Just toss them in and let the spinner do its work.