It’s not the early bird that gets the worm, it's the one who knows to go outside after a rainstorm.
SuperpoweredThere's no such thing as a superhero, but together we can world in a new direction.
Things a Little Bird Told Me: Confessions of the Creative MindSpending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.
The Wind-Up Bird ChronicleI was the chain that bit into my ankle, and I was the ruthless guard that never slept.
The Wind-Up Bird ChronicleThe passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless
The Wind-Up Bird ChronicleWhen one woman doesn't speak, other women get hurt.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceMy voice is born repeatedly in the fields of uncertainty.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceWord by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceBut harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceWe know the quality of another’s heart through her voice.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice