"i was in a dangerous mood, and i was wearing a lot of lipstick just in case i needed to leave an imprint on anything."
"she is ideas, feelings, urges, and memory. she has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time. she is the source, the light, the night, the dark, and daybreak. she is the smell of good mud and the back leg of a fox. the birds which tell us secrets belong to her. she is the voice that says, 'this way, this way.'"
". . . the older i get, the more i see how women are described as having gone mad, when what they've actually become is knowledgeable and powerful and fucking furious."
"they called her witch because she knew how to heal herself."
"how long your hair has grown. you could strangle a man in it."