Learning not to crumple before these uncertainties fuels my resolve to print myself upon the texture of each day fully rather than forever.

Even the smallest victory is never to be taken for granted. Each victory must be applauded.

Out of my flesh that hungers and my mouth that knows comes the shape I am seeking for reason.

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

I agreed to take part in a New York University Institute for Humanities conference a year ago. . . .

I cannot afford to believe that freedom from intolerance is the right of only one particular group. And I cannot afford to choose between the fronts upon which I must battle these forces of discrimination, wherever they appear to destroy me. And when they appear to destroy me, it will not be long before they appear to destroy you.

The sixties were characterized by a heady belief in instantaneous solutions.