Life is very short and what we have to do must be done in the now.

The oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those boundaries.

And this is a grave responsibility, projected from within each of us, not to settle for the convenient, the shoddy, the conventionally expected, nor the merely safe.

stoicism and silence does not serve us nor our communities, only the forces of things as they are.

Every woman I have ever loved has left her print upon me, where I loved some invaluable piece of myself apart from me-so different that I had to stretch and grow in order to recognize her. And in that growing, we came to separation, that place where work begins.

If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.

For women, the need and desire to nurture each other is not pathological but redemptive, and it is within that knowledge that our real power is rediscovered. It is this real connection, which is so feared by a patriarchal world.