The ideas flow like milk and honey in my land, my mind.
“She was drowning in sandalwood and sunlight. Time ceased to be more than a notion. Her lips were hers one moment. And then they were his. The taste of him on her tongue was like sun-warmed honey. L...”
“Although you can not hear my thoughts, Sam, I imagine Im talking to you. Prayers to the brother who abandoned me. The day after you left Labrador, my honey started flowing. Is my body weeping for y...”
“Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.”
“If you want something new, you have to stop doing something old”
“I can't understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I'm frightened of the old ones.”
“Each voice carries a portion of value, no matter how unpalatable or distasteful that voice may be: no one person, government, ideology, transnational, or religious institution can own and dominate ...”
“The time of man is coming, and of this I am certain: neither death, nor life, nor the spirits, nor the present, nor the future, nor the stars, nor the abyss, nor any creature: nothing will keep fro...”
“When a handful of students came to RBG in 1970 and asked her to teach the first-ever Rutgers class on women and the law, she was ready to agree. It took her only about a month to read every federal...”
“Ocean separates lands, not souls..”