If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That's the beginning of social protest.

Unless one lives and loves in the trenches, it is difficult to remember that the war against dehumanization is ceaseless.

Battling racism and battling heterosexism and battling apartheid share the same urgency inside me as battling cancer.

One pays a lot, we all pay a lot, for awareness.

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.

I would like to do another piece of fiction dealing with a number of issues: Lesbian parenting, the 1960's, and interracial relationships in the Lesbian and Gay community.

Hatred is the fury of those who do not share our goals, and its object is death and destruction. Anger is a grief of distortions between peers, and its object is change.