“The painful things seemed like knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place.”

“Mind your business" had been the motto of her childhood. But now that seemed like a failing in a friend.”

“He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.”

“They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.”

“I am so honored to be the vessel into which you pour this story of pain and strength.”

“The other reason women wanted daughters was to keep their memories alive.”

“The great mother whom we call Innana gave a gift to woman that is not known among men, and this is the secret of blood. The flow at the dark of the moon, the healing blood of the moon’s birth - to men, this is flux and distemper, bother and pain. They imagine we suffer and consider themselves lucky. We do not disabuse them.In the red tent, the truth is known. In the red tent, where days pass like a gentle stream, as the gift of Innana courses through us, cleansing the body of last month’s death, preparing the body to receive the new month’s life, women give thanks — for repose and restoration, for the knowledge that life comes from between our legs, and that life costs blood.”