If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.
When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.
The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.
There’s always someone asking you to underline one piece of yourself – whether it’s Black, woman, mother, dyke, teacher, etc. – because that’s the piece that they need to key in to. They want to dismiss everything else.
The sixties were characterized by a heady belief in instantaneous solutions.
We live in a disposable society. We throw so much away. But it doesn’t come from nowhere. It comes from the planet and it comes from future generations’ lives.
In other words, I would be giving in to a myth of sameness which I think can destroy us.
Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature’s chief masterpiece is writing well.
It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.
What one hides is worth neither more nor less than what one finds. And what one hides from oneself is worth neither more nor less than what one allows others to find.