“I hear the singing of the lives of women. The clear mystery, the offering, and the pride.”

“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!”

“...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...”

“Our practice is not to clear up the mystery. It is to make the mystery clear.”

“So we'll live,And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laughAt gilded butterflies, and hear poor roguesTalk of court news; and we'll talk with them too--Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out--And take upon 's the mystery of thingsAs if we were God's spies...”

“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”