The Resurrection miracle is nothing to you and me if it is only an event of eighteen centuries bygone. Unless we can live the immortal life - unless we can receive God to his own home in these hearts of ours - the texts are nothing to us unless these daily lives illustrate them.

Each feminist work has tended to be received as if it emerged from nowhere; as if each one of us had lived, thought, and worked without any historical past or contextual present. This is one of the ways in which women's work and thinking has been made to seem sporadic, errant, orphaned of any tradition of its own.

I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.

The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.

Under the comb, the tangle and the straight path are the same.

I've always argued that this country has benefited immensely from the fact that we draw people from all over the world.