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

Truth is a matter of the imagination.

Children know perfectly well that unicorns aren’t real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.

I can never get used to the fact, though I know it, that women are born cynics. Men have to learn cynicism. Infant girls could teach it to them.

There's a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.