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“The stovetop was as hot as the sweltering summer day. Mom slowly stirred her bubbling stew made from the old family recipe Of generations past. With one cup each of abandonment, alcoholism, shame, and rage, she served me up a hefty, foul portion. I swallowed it all like mom told me to but was left with only hunger--for compassion, safety, nourishment, and love.”

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“I realized only later that they were my first loves, these earthbound, dusty women, my first audiences and inspiration. Back then, even amid political violence and deprivation, hopes dashed over and over again, in the market, everything seemed so simple, so near, beyond the tentacles of the mighty who would want to crush us: a women's world with other rules.”

“Miksi entinen pääministeri "heruttaa"? Onko se väärin? Onhan naisten vapautumiseen aina liittynyt sekä naisellisuuden että seksualisuuden korostaminen, sen ottaminen omiin käsiin. Madonna, Spice Girls, Britney Spears, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Erika Vikman. Yhä uudelleen joku tunnettu nainen riisuutuu alastonkuviin "rohkeana tekona". Jos ennen nainen oli halun kohde, nyt hän on halun lähde, bosslady, joka päättää itse.”

“Every coin has two sides. Every mountain has a valley. For every strength there is a weakness. Every up has a down. For every in there is an out. For every height there is a depth. Life itself is a mosaic of light and dark. And every human is a study in opposites, a kaleidoscope of good and bad, positive and negative, hopes and losses, dreams and disappointments, successes and failures, courage and fear, confidence and insecurity, power and vulnerability. We do not live in a homogeneous world. We live in a world of brilliant contrasts, vivid diversity, striking polarity, and eloquent disparity...a stunning array of sometimes gorgeous, sometimes glaring, always fascinating differences.”

“Women are, in fact, so much degraded by mistaken notions of female excellence, that I do not mean to add a paradox when I assert, that this artificial weakness produces a propensity to tyrannize, and gives birth to cunning, the natural opponent of strength, which leads them to play off those contemptible infantile airs that undermine esteem even whilst they excite desire.”

“I got to my place late one night. I was really beat. Getting that key out and into the door was about the last of me. I walked into the bedroom and there was Fay in bed reading the New Yorker and eating chocolates. She didn't even say hello. I walked into the kitchen and looked for something to eat. There was nothing in the refrigerator. I decided to pour myself a glass of water. I walked to the sink. It was stopped-up with garbage. Fay liked to save empty jars and jar lids. The dirty dishes filled half the sink and on top of the water, along with a few paper plates, floated these jars and jar lids. I walked back into the bedroom just as Fay was putting a chocolate in her mouth. "Look, Fay," I said, "I know you want to save the world. But can't you start in the kitchen ?" "Kitchens aren't important," she said.”