As for those who think the Arab world promises freedom, the briefest study of its routine traditional treatment of blacks (slavery) and women (purdah) will provide relief from all illusion. If Malcolm X had been a black woman his last message to the world would have been entirely different. The brotherhood of Moslem men-all colors-may exist there, but part of the glue that holds them together is the thorough suppression of women.

How anyone cannot see that Nature is God is amazing to me: that they'd rather worship something that can only exist, really, in their own minds.

Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it.

Freedom, after all, is like love: the more you give to others, the more you have.

I almost never do anything for Black History Month, because I feel it's just another way to separate us.

For me, writing has always come out of living a fairly to-the-bone kind of life, just really being present to a lot of life. The writing has been really a byproduct of that.

Love is big; love can hold anger, love can even hold hatred. It's about the intention of what you want it to do.