“Wenn es Opfern unmöglich ist, dem, was ihnen widerfahren ist, einen Namen zu geben, dann können sie sich auch nicht als Opfer betrachten. Sie erkranken an demselben Wahnsinn, den vergewaltigte Frauen erleben, wenn ihre Viktimisation nicht anerkannt und mit Geschlechtsverkehr gleichgesetzt wird. Es ist der gleiche Wahnsinn, der misshandelte Ehefrauen erfasst, wenn man ihnen sagt, die Polizei mische sich nicht in "Ehestreitigkeiten" ein.”
Source: Female Sexual Slavery
“He couldn't answer. He didn't believe -The weight of my own guilt is killing me and I can't stand it another moment- would make any difference to her.”
Source: House of Flame and Shadow
“In the most common fantasy of ideal love, [...], a woman can only unleash her desire in the hands of a man whom she imagines to be more powerful, who does not depend upon her for his strength. [...] The boundedness and limits within which one can surrender, and in which one can experience abandonment and creativity, are sought in the ideal lover. (p. 120)”
Source: The Bonds of Love: Psychoanalysis, Feminism, and the Problem of Domination
“... when the physical and emotional boundaries of one's life were small, when one had walked every inch of one's allotted space many times over, it was easy to forget ignorance and feel a sort of mastery, instead.”
Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“Joanna had always known that there was quite a lot she didn't understand about the world, about the books, about her parents and their history. But when the physical and emotional boundaries of one's life were small, when one had walked every inch of one's allotted space many times over, it was easy to forget ignorance and feel a sort of mastery, instead. This house, that path, those books, that mountain; Joanna was used to being the expert and used to the safety that came with expertise.”
Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“The thrum of magic filled the air; the endless sugar of a hot blue sky, the beat of a thousand gossamer wings, a wind that moved anything on earth that could be moved, which was everything.”
Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“...she loved the first snow of the season, when all the faded browns of the sleeping earth were awakened into a new kind of aliveness, everything coarse made suddenly delicate, everything solid turned lacy and insubstantial. Magic that didn't need words to enact itself year after year.”
“...listening for the bodily hum that ran like syrup through her veins whenever she was near a book... but the ink stayed black and silent.”
Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“The words themselves eluded her eyes, they swam and darted like the colours of a kaleidoscope.”
Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“Sometimes problems don’t require a solution to solve them; instead they require maturity to outgrow them.”
Source: Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience