...my experience with people who tried to label me was that they usually did it to either dismiss me or use me.

We must recognize and nurture the creative parts of each other without always understanding what will be created.

When you reach out and touch other human beings, it doesn't matter whether you call it therapy or teaching or poetry.

As a Black lesbian feminist comfortable with the many different ingredients of my identity, and a woman committed to racial and sexual freedom from oppression, I find I am constantly being encouraged to pluck out some one aspect of myself and present this as the meaningful whole, eclipsing or denying the other parts of self. But this is a destructive and fragmenting way to live.

The erotic is a resource within each of us that lies in a deeply female and spiritual plane, firmly rooted in the power of our unexpressed or unrecognized feeling. . . .

As we come to know, accept, and explore our feelings, they will become sanctuaries and fortresses and spawning grounds for the most radical and daring of ideas-the house of difference so necessary to change and the conceptualization of any meaningful action.

I learned so much from listening to people. And all I knew was, the only thing I had was honesty and openness.