Without community, there is no liberation...but community must not mean a shedding of our differences, nor the pathetic pretense that these differences do not exist.

What I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid?

to that piece in each of us that refuses to be silent.

Anger is loaded with information and energy.

Somedays, if bitterness were a whetstone, I could be sharp as grief.

But, on the other hand, I get bored with racism too and recognize that there are still many things to be said about a Black person and a White person loving each other in a racist society.

There are lesbians, God knows... if you came up through lesbian circles in the forties and fifties in New York... who were not feminist and would not call themselves feminists.