We are anxious in the face of our unchangeable past; we long to recreate segments of our private histories, but we are stuck with them.

The problem with revenge is that it never evens the score. It ties both the injured and the injurer to an escalator of pain. Both are stuck on the escalator as long as parity is demanded, and the escalator never stops.

Nothing is more private than a woman's body; it is her physical, emotional, and moral citadel. She cannot be free at all if she is not free to decide for herself, in private, what to do with her body.

When we forgive evil we do not excuse it, we do not tolerate it, we do not smother it. We look the evil full in the face, call it what it is, let its horror shock and stun and enrage us, and only then do we forgive it.

Our sense of fairness tells us that people should pay for the wrong they do.

You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well.