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

Without community, there is no liberation.

In the recognition of loving lies the answer to despair.

Institutionalized rejection of difference is an absolute necessity in a profit economy which needs outsiders as surplus people.

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.

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

Hatred is a death wish for the hated, not a life wish for anything else.