What You Hear In My Voice Is

Sometimes We Drug Ourselves With Dreams Of New Ideasl The Head Will Save Us. The Brain Alone Will Set Us Free. But There Are No New Ideas Waiting In The Wings To Save Us As Women, As Human. There Are Only Old And Forgotten Ones, New Combinations, Extrapolations And Recognitions From Within Ourselves--along With The Renewed Courage To Try Them Out.

Hatred Is A Death Wish For The Hated, Not A Life Wish For Anything Else.

I Am Very, Very Happy For Alice Walker.

When We Speak We Are Afraid Our Words Will Not Be Heard Or Welcomed. But When We Are Silent, We Are Still Afraid. So It Is Better To Speak.

Women On Trains Have A Life That Is Exactly Livable The Precision Of Days Flashing Past