Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.

I am a post-mastectomy woman who believes our feelings need voice in order to be recognized, respected, and of use.

The master's tools will never dismantle the master's house.

But in a crunch, when all our asses are in the sling, it looks like it is easier to deal with the samenesses. When we deal with sameness only, we develop weapons that we use against each other when the differences become apparent. And we wipe each other out - Black men and women can wipe each other out - far more effectively than outsiders do.

The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings.

I have come to believe that caring for myself is not self-indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival.

Pain is an event ... Suffering, on the other hand, is the nightmare reliving of unscrutinized and unmetabolized pain.