The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.

Every Black woman in America lives her life somewhere along a wide curve of ancient and unexpressed angers.

If our history has taught us anything, it is that action for change directed against the external conditions of our oppressions is not enough.

What is there possibly left for us to be afraid of, after we have dealt face to face with death and not embraced it? Once I accept the existence of dying as a life process, who can ever have power over me again?

I am on the cusp of change and the curve is shifting fast.

There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt.

Guilt is only another way of avoiding informed action.