We are the bird's eggs. Bird's eggs, flowers, butterflies, rabbits, cows, sheep, we are caterpillars; we are leaves of ivy and springs of wildflower. We are women. We rise from the wave. We are gazelle and doe, elephant and whale,… — 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
