Complaints About Reality Are Immature.

Everyone Who’s Born Has Come From The Sea. Your Mother’s Womb Is Just A Sea In Small. And Birds Come Of Seas On Eggs. Horses Lie In The Sea Before They’re Born. The Placenta Is The Sea. Your Blood Is The Sea Continued In Your Veins. We Are The Ocean — Walking On The Land.

Elizabeth Hay Has Intelligence Coming Out Of Her Fingertips - Integrity, Insight, And Wonder In Every Paragraph Of Her Writing.she Connects. She Stirs And Provokes.

I Still Maintain That An Ordinary Human Being Has The Right To Be Horrified By A Mangled Body Seen On An Afternoon Walk.

He Said That In A Way Being Loved Is Like Being Told You Never Have To Die.

I Write Against Violence. I Write Against Fascism. I Write Against One Person Dominating Another.