Respect is not ever assigned; it's earned.
Flat or round, there has always been hate in the world.
Men are not the causers of history. History itself, by a pressure of events, causes men to resort to particular actions.
In the greater part of humankind there resides an instinct for survival. It is this which can clutch at straws and effect a rescue from them. It is this which can, now and then, outwit fate.
Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine.
Oh, love. Love is best of all. There is no such total element, not even pain. Who has ever loved, knows this. I need not say more.
We need the expressive arts, the ancient scribes, the storytellers, the priests. And that's where I put myself: as a storyteller. Not necessarily a high priestess, but certainly the storyteller. And I would love to be the storyteller of the tribe.
I'm not interested in what the public thinks. My fight is in the courts. And while I have been fighting with the appeal it has been an uphill battle because I am an unpopular cause. Too much public pressure, too much politics. To give me a hearing so that I can prove that the state withheld evidence favourable to me, that the identifications of some of the victims was wrong, and that my attorney was more concerned about book rights and how sensationally more the case could get the higher the value of the book.
The heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man.
Use whatever has come to awaken patience, understanding, and love.
I keep forgetting that rules are only for little nice people.