Guilt and defensiveness are bricks in a wall against which we all flounder; they serve none of our futures.

Each time you love, love as deeply as if it were forever.

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

When I speak of the erotic, then I speak of it as an assertion of the life force of women; of that creative energy empowered, the knowledge and use of which we are now reclaiming in our language, our history, our dancing, our loving, our work, our lives.

Anger is an appropriate reaction to racist attitudes, as is fury when the actions arising from those attitudes do not change.

We cannot settle for the pretenses of connection, or for the parodies of self-love.

Divide and conquer must become define and empower.