And where the words of women are crying to be heard, we must each of us recognize our responsibility to seek those words out, to read them and share them and examine them in their pertinence to our lives.

In the recognition of loving lies the answer to despair.

Oppression is as American as apple pie.

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

For we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own needs for language and definition, and while we wait in silence for that final luxury of fearlessness, the weight of that silence will choke us.

For those of us who write, it is necessary to scrutinize not only the truth of what we speak, but the truth of that language by which we speak it.

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