I think mothers and daughters are meant to give birth to each other, over and over; that is why our challenges to each other are so fierce; that is why, when love and trust have not been too badly blemished or destroyed, the teaching and learning one from the other is so indelible and bittersweet. We daughters must risk losing the only love we instinctively feel we can't live without in order to be who we are, and I am convinced this sends a message to our mothers to break their own chains, though they may be anchored in prehistory and attached to their own great grandmothers' hearts.

Everything wanna be loved. Us sing and dance, and holla just wanting to be loved.

Human beings may well be unable to break free of the dictatorship of greed that spreads like a miasma over the world, but no longer will we be an inarticulate and ignorant humanity, confused by our enslavement to superior cruelty and weaponry.

If she come, I be happy. If she don't, I be content.

The most important question in the world is, 'Why is the child crying?'

I feel very happy to be living in Berkeley because there are a lot of people who are politically active here.

I don't know nothing, I think. And glad of it.