“The mind is moored to others;the wasps orbit on little tethers of light.”

“How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot?”

“Her purse was a weight, ballast; it tethered her to the earth as her mind floated away.”

“Why must women stay quietly? Why must we be little moons, each of us stuck in our little orbit, revolving around a planet that is some man? Why can't we be other planets? Why must we be moons?”

“Little minds try to solve the matters through violence and darkness; great minds try to solve the matters through love and light!”

“As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there's dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning where others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical.”