It becomes almost second nature to be on guard against the creative pattern of our own thought.

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

writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.

your soul is an inner something that is another you and hardly anybody knows what it's really thinkin' except you.

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

The Black writer explains pain to those who inflict it.

Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. We are uncommonly and marvelously intricate in thought and action, our problems are most complex and, too often, silently borne.