Another important way in which the erotic connection functions is the open and fearless underlining of my capacity for joy, in the way my body stretches to music and opens into response, harkening to...
Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge.
The learning process is something you can incite, literally incite, like a riot.
I have been woman for a long time beware my smile I am treacherous with old magic
Young seeds that have not seen sun forget and drown easily.
What gets me about the United States is that it pretends to be honest and therefore has so little room to move toward hope.
It does not pay to cherish symbols when the substance lies so close at hand.
Each one of us had been starved for love for so long that we wanted to believe that love, once found, was all-powerful. We wanted to believe that it could give word to my inchoate pain and rages; that...
I became more courageous by doing the very things I needed to be courageous for-first a little and badly. Then bit by bit more and better. Being avidly-sometimes annoy-ingly-curious and persistent...
When I use my strength in the service of my vision it makes no difference whether or not I am afraid.
I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence wo...
Each one of us is here because somebody before us did something to make it possible.
What better way is there to police the streets of a minority community than to turn one generation against the other?
The Seventh SenseWomenwho build nationslearnto lovemenwho build nationslearnto lovechildrenbuilding sand castlesby the rising sea
If this society ascribes roles to Black men which they are not allowed to fulfill, is it Black women who must bend and alter our lives to compensate, or is it society that needs changing?
Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat.
Within each one of us there is some piece of humanness that knows we are not being served by the machine which orchestrates crisis after crisis and is grinding all our futures into dust.
The cockroachwho is dyingand the womanwho is blindagree
Sometimes we drug ourselves with dreams of new ideasl The head will save us. The brain alone will set us free. But there are no new ideas waiting in the wings to save us as women, as human. There are...
If I participate, knowingly or otherwise, in my sister's oppression and she calls me on it, to answer her anger with my own only blankets the substance of our exchange with reaction. It wastes energy....