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

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

And where the words of women are crying to be heard, we must each of us recognize our responsibility to seek those words out, to read them and share them and examine them in their pertinence to our lives.

I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.

The transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation .

Art is not living. It is the use of living. The artist has the ability to take the living and use it in a certain way and produce art.

Silence and invisibility go hand in hand with powerlessness.