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.
Human beings may well be unable to break free of the dictatorship of greed that spreads like a miasma over the world, but no longer will we be an inarticulate and ignorant humanity, confused by our enslavement to superior cruelty and weaponry.
I prefer to praise people and the world rather than criticize them and it.
I love the women’s movement, and I never thought of it as belonging to any particular segment of the population.
There is no graceful way to carry hatred.
As long as the people don’t fear the truth, there is hope. For once they fear it, the one who tells it doesn’t stand a chance. And today, truth is still beautiful… but so frightening.
Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me.
My mother says I was writing before I was crawling. I wrote in the dirt with a twig.
Healing begins where the wound was made.
I was brought up to try to see what was wrong and right it. Since I am a writer, writing is how I right it.
I think America has always been polarized.
America is not nearly done. We’re only in the beginning. Who knows who we will be? Who knows… what color we will be? It is all something that, maybe, our descendants – if they survive that long – will see.
There’s an ecstatic side to writing. It’s like jazz. It just has a life.