And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.
The Wind-Up Bird ChronicleI know exactly what I'm doing, but I just can't stop. That's my greatest weakness.
The Wind-Up Bird ChronicleWe were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy.
The Wind-Up Bird ChronicleThere are two important days in a woman's life: the day she is born and the day she finds out why.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceTo withhold words is power. But to share our words with others, openly and honestly, is also power.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceA bird does not sing because he has the answer to something, he sings because he has a song.
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