A truth was being revealed to me: that I had always tried to attach myself to the light of other people, that I had never had any light of my own. I experienced myself as a kind of shadow.
A superstar takes everybody everywhere. What
A peculiar idea. Once you’re alive in this world, you’re responsible. For
A minute later, the young Turk and Howard parted on frosty terms, not much warmed by Howard’s twenty-pence tip, the only extra change he had in his pocket. It is on journeys like this – where one is s...
A feminist who had always been supported by men—first my father and now the Noted Activist—and who, though she continually harangued me about the nobility of labor, had never, as far as I knew, actual...
A different kind of history from my mother’s, the kind that is barely written down—that is felt.
21. Jane EyreWhen being bullied Keisha Blake found it useful to remember that if you read the relevant literature or watched the pertinent movies you soon found that being bullied was practically a si...
Within our intimacy, I could not be a girl, nor could I be anyone's baby, I could only be a female human, and the sex I understood was of the kind that occurs between friends and equals, bracketing co...
They cannot escape their history any more than you yourself can lose your shadow.
And she had not paid a high price. Only love. Just love. And whatever Corinthians might say, love is not such a hard thing to forfeit, not if you’ve never really felt it. She did not love Archie, but...
A) Are the skies you sleep under likely to open up for weeks on end?(b) Is the ground you walk on likely to tremble and split?(c) Is there a chance (and please check the box, no matter how small that...
Do me this one, great favor, Jones. If ever you hear anyone, when you are back home...if ever you hear anyone speak of the East, and here his voice plummeted a register, and the tone was full and sad,...
Yes, with the mothers she had to make a little more effort, drowning them in language until they understood how out of their depth they were and the thin stream of their objections was completely subs...
Who might have run faster than a speeding train, if they had been free to do so, but for whom, born in the wrong time, in the wrong place, all stops were closed, who were never even permitted to enter...
When she’d finished she would give one of four possible judgments. Zippy—which was good; Important—which was very good; Controversial—which could be either good or bad, you never knew; or Lidderary, w...
The sheer beauty of the voice, its monumental dose of soul, the pain implicit within it, bypassed all my conscious opinions, my critical intelligence or sense of the sentimental,
Our denuded networked selves don’t look more free, they just look more owned.
Grass can be seen, although it is important not to
Free-form conversations that could eat up whole days.
Can remember thinking, if they can do this to women? Do they have the power to reprogram their mothers? To make their mothers into the kinds of women their younger selves would not even recognize?