Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.
Race will no longer matter, or sex, or gender, or orientation of any description. How we will survive will be our only concern, and who will be with us.
Perhaps this is simply the way it is with writers. It's when they don't see you that you matter. Because then you can belong to them in a way that permits them complete possession. You are determined...
Listen, God love everything you love - and a mess of stuff you don't. But more than anything else, God love admiration.You saying God vain? I ast.Naw, she say. Not vain, just wanting to share a good t...
Keep in mind always the present you are constructing. It should be the future you want.
Here’s to all the children who grow up without their fathers. The world is full of us ... and some of us have managed anyhow!
All womens not alike, Tobias, she say. Believe it or not.Oh, I believe it, he say. Just can't prove it to the world.
You think you can avoid [pain,] but you actually can't. If you do, you just get sicker, or you feel more pain. But if you can speak it, if you can write it, if you can paint it, it is very healing.
The mountain of despair has dwindled, and the stone of hope has size and shape, and can be fondled by the eyes and by the hand. But freedom has always been an elusive tease, and in the very act of gra...
I'm sure we, the American people, are the butt of jokes by those in power.
You are saying, are you not, I said to Manuelito, that stories have more room in them than ideas? [...] He laughed. That is correct, Señor. It is as if ideas are made of blocks. Rigid and hard. And st...
Writing poems is my way of celebrating with the world that I have not committed suicide the evening before.
Why us always have family reunion on July 4th, say Henrietta, mouth poke out, full of complaint. It so hot. White people busy celebrating they independence from England July 4th, say Harpo, so most bl...
What you hope for, you also fear.
We'll, you know how nigger is. Can't nobody tell 'em nothing even today. Can't be rule. Every nigger you see got a kingdom in his head.
This book is dedicated with tenderness and respect to the blameless vulva
One good thing bout the way he never do any work round the place, us never miss him when he gone.
In truth, it made me pity him, and see him as a fool.
If he ever listened to poor colored women the world would be a different place, I can tell you.
When it is all too much; when the news is so bad meditation itself feels useless, and a single life feels too small a stone to offer on the altar of Peace, find a Human Sunrise. Find those people who...