One thing that never ceases to amaze me, along with the growth of vegetation from the earth and of hair from the head, is the growth of understanding.
In every life there comes a point when you have to make a decision about how you will live.
Women have to summon courage to fulfill dormant dreams.
Abortion is an act of self-defense.
My life is not to be somebody else’s impact – you know what I mean?
Sometimes, reading a blog, which I do infrequently, I see that generations of Americans have been wilfully crippled, and can no longer spell or write a sentence.
You know a little drink now and then never hurt nobody, but when you can’t git started without asking the bottle, you in trouble.
Oh, Celie, unbelief is a terrible thing. And so is the hurt we cause others unknowingly.
Resistance is the secret of joy!
The world is changing. It is no longer a world just for boys and men.
I realized I was a country person – I’m just not used to small spaces.
I have never felt that the one thing that I am ‘known for’ is what I am.
We must, I believe, start teaching our children the sanity of nonviolence much earlier.
In the far upper corner of my altar is a photo of Joan Crawford in her most fierce Mommy Dearest mode, just to remind me of some of the cost of everyone’s hard-earned sweetness and light.
Be an outcast. Be pleased to walk alone.
How anyone cannot see that Nature is God is amazing to me: that they’d rather worship something that can only exist, really, in their own minds.
Even now, I find that no matter what has happened, I still have that trust. I have a lot of trust, that people can be better than they are.
It is healthier, in any case, to write for the adults one’s children will become than for the children one’s ‘mature’ critics often are.
I don’t call myself a Buddhist. I’m a free spirit. I believe I’m here on earth to admire and enjoy it; that’s my religion.
Language is an intrinsic part of who we are and what has, for good or evil, happened to us.