Commitment to truth telling lays the groundwork for the openness and honesty that is the heartbeat of love.

I write these words to bear witness to the primacy of resistance struggle in any situation of domination (even within family life); to the strength and power that emerges from sustained resistance and the profound conviction that these forces can be healing, can protect us from dehumanization and despair.

If I do not speak in a language that can be understood there is little chance for a dialogue.

Anarchists have always gone against the grain, and that's been a place of hope.

Knowledge rooted in experience shapes what we value and as a consequence how we know what we know as well as how we use what we know.

I think this is often misunderstood in the West, where people feel that there can be no justice unless everything is the same. This is part of why I feel we have to relearn how we think about love, because we think about love so much in terms of the self.

I'm such a girl for the living room. I really like to stay in my nest and not move. I travel in my mind, and that that's a rigorous state of journeying for me. My body isn't that interested in moving from place to place.