If you aren't giving people something to talk about, you've become too dull.
If everyone was so keen to Christianize the slaves, why weren’t they taught to read the Bible for themselves?
I'll write this all down for you, I said. I'll put it in a story. I don't know if that's what he wanted to ask me, but it's something everybody wants--for someone to see the hurt done to them and set...
. . in the end, Goddess is just a word. It simply means the divine in female form.
I learned a long time ago that some people would rather die than forgive. It's a strange truth, but forgiveness is a painful and difficult process.
Yes, here I am returning, the woman who bore herself to the bottom and back. Who wanted to swim like dolphins, leaping waves and diving. Who wanted only to belong to herself.
The words were unexpected, but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart, that wants to be found, wants to be spoken, want...
The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-come, and you never will outpace your grief.
The secret of a good lie is don't overly explain, and throw in one good detail.
The second thing I wrote down that day was that exclusive male imagery of the Divine not only instilled an imbalance within human consciousness, it legitimized patriarchal power in the culture at larg...
The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.
So we just the same, me and you? That’s why you the one to shit in the pot and I’m the one to empty it?
Pure in heart means to be sing-hearted... to will one thing- God. All (Jesus)'s moments flowed from His single-heartedness, from His intimacy with God. That was His core. Christianity is full of parad...
My aspiration to become a jurist had been laid to rest in the Graveyard of Failed Hopes, an all-female establishment. The sorrow of it had faded, but regret remained, and I’d taken to wondering if the...
Lovely, quite girl, no trouble, no trouble at all. You wouldn't even know she was in the house. That is often the yarn twisted around women's wrists.
It's your time to live, don't mess it up.
It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.
I saw then what I hadn't seen before, that I was very good at despising slavery in the abstract, in the removed and anonymous masses, but in the concrete, intimate flesh of the girl beside me, I'd los...
I promise you, no one judges me more harshly than I do myself; I caused a brilliant wreckage. Some say I fell from grace; they’re being kind. I didn’t fall – I dove.
How can you ask us to go back to our parlors? I said, rising to my feet. To turn our backs on ourselves and on our own sex? We don’t wish the movement to split, of course we don’t—it saddens me to thi...