There's a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.

So the first step out of childhood is made all at once, without looking before or behind, without caution, and nothing held in reserve.

Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

To use the enemy's weapon is to play the enemy's game...speak the truth and hear the truth.

We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.