“All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.”

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

Woman is the light of God.

What you seek is seeking you.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

There is absolutely no evidence that it is harmful to children if their mother’s health, well-being and autonomy and control of her own destiny is maximized by work outside the home.

We can no longer ignore that voice within women that says: ‘I want something more than my husband and my children and my home.’

But somewhere within each of us, buried at varying depths depending on the age and degree of neglect or abuse, shame or coercion we endured, there is a resistant, daydreaming, rebellious, creative, unique child — a true self who is waiting.

By the year 2000 we will, I hope, raise our children to believe in human potential, not God.

Housewives are dependent creatures who are still children, parasites.

As a child, my whole life was books. They were my fantasy. That’s where I could go. That was a lot of times [what] saved me.

The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.

I’ve learned, That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.