We don't need any more writers as solitary heroes. We need a heroic writer's movement: assertive, militant, pugnacious.
I really think the range of emotions and perceptions I have had access to as a black person and as a female person are greater than those of people who are neither.... So it seems to me that my world...
Everywhere, everywhere, children are the scorned people of the earth.
I think women dwell quite a bit on the duress under which they work, on how hard it is just to do it at all. We are traditionally rather proud of ourselves for having slipped creative work in there be...
You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Someb...
She learned the intricacy of loneliness: the horror of color, the roar of soundlessness and the menace of familiar objects lying still.
Risky, thought Paul D, very risky. For a used-to-be-slave woman to love anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her children she had settled on to love. The best thing, he knew, was to...
Pain was greedy; it demanded all of her attention.
It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.
I wish I’d a knowed more people. I would of loved ‘em all. If I’d a knowed more, I would a loved more
Everything depends on knowing how much, she said, and Good is knowing when to stop.
Correct what you can; learn from what you can’t.
A son ain't what a woman say. A son is what a man do.
What I think the political correctness debate is really about is the power to be able to define. The definers want the power to name. And the defined are now taking that power away from them.
What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?
The function of freedom is to free someone else.
You think because he doesn't love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn't want you anymore that he is right -- that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you...
The loss pressed down on her chest and came up into her throat. it was a fine cry -- loud and long -- but it had no bottom and no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.
When you gone to get married? You need to have some babies. It’ll settle you.''I don’t want to make somebody else. I want to make myself.
Things got better but I still had to be careful. Very careful in how I raised her. I had to be strict, very strict. Lula Ann needed to learn how to behave, how to keep her head down and not to make tr...