The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .

I was so mad you could have boiled a pot of water on my head.

It's a poor kind of man that won't fight for his own freedom.

Some feminists feel that a woman should never be wrong. We have a right to be wrong.

And realizing there is no such thing as the Black experience. Time and events allow for change on both sides.

Some truth has no nourishment in it.

I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.