A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.
— Ntozake Shange, Sassafrass, Cypress and Indigo
People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.
— Kathleen Winter, Annabel
No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest.
— Ilse Lehiste