“It is a hot summer day in Tennessee in the midst of the sixth decade of this century. The girl has climbed the fence to get to the swimming hole she has visited so many summers of her life in… — Susan Griffin Copy Share Image
Telling a story of illness, one pulls a thread through a narrow opening flanked on one side by shame and the other by trivia. — Susan Griffin Copy Share
Is it a coincidence that stories from the private life became more popular just as the grand hope for public redemption through revolution was… — Susan Griffin Copy Share
How many small decisions accumulate to form a habit? What a multitude of decisions, made by others, in other times, must shape our lives… — Susan Griffin Copy Share
Just as the slave master required the slaves to imitate the image he had of them, so women, who live in a relatively powerless… — Susan Griffin Copy Share
Gender is a way to hide from the simple truth we all tell: 'Hey, I'm here, I have a body.' — Susan Griffin Copy Share
“I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from each other,… — Susan Griffin Copy Share
“[P]erhaps we are like stones; our own history and the history of the world embedded in us, we hold a sorrow deep within and… — Susan Griffin Copy Share
“The world of fundamental religion does not recognize even the slightest variation in meaning should this meaning fall outside its own definition of truth.” — Susan Griffin Copy Share
We are nature. We are nature seeing nature. The red-winged blackbird flies in us. — Susan Griffin Copy Share
Before a secret is told, one can often feel the weight of it in the atmosphere. — Susan Griffin Copy Share
What always seems miraculous is when aesthetic necessities yield an insight which otherwise I would have missed. — Susan Griffin Copy Share
And if the professional rapist is to be separated from the average dominant heterosexual (male), it may be mainly a quantitative difference. — Susan Griffin Copy Share
“If these pages are thick with death, think of the battlefield. Corpses in different stages of decay, the slowly dying, moments of death exist… — Susan Griffin Copy Share
“We heard of this woman who was out of control. We heard that she was led by her feelings. That her emotions were violent.… — Susan Griffin Copy Share
