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

We're supposed to see "universal" love as heterosexual. What I insist upon in my work is that there is no such thing as universal love in literature.

I have a duty to speak the truth as I see it and share not just my triumphs, not just the things that felt good, but the pain, the intense, often unmitigated pain. It is important to share how I know survival is survival and not just a walk throught the rain.

I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.

Guilt and defensiveness are bricks in a wall against which we all flounder; they serve none of our futures.

Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak.

...my experience with people who tried to label me was that they usually did it to either dismiss me or use me.