Dead anarchists make martyrs$$$ you know$$$ and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.

I have given my love to what is worthy of love. Is that not the kingdom and the unperishing spring?

No man$$$ no power$$$ can bind the action of wizardry or still the words of power. For they are the very words of Making$$$ and one who could silence them could unmake the world.

Time is not duration but intensity; time is the beat and the interval [...]

Everything may be labelled — but everybody is not.

There's nothing wrong with me...except acute chronic fear.

Anyhow they're always exceptions. But most women$$$ their only relationship to a man is having. Either owning or being owned.

One place understood helps us understand all places better.

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

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored$$$ unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest$$$ every night$$$ alone.