I want to believe that in any relational moment a person understands that the other person in front of them is just another human being.

People expect black women to be angry, irrationally so, without reason. They think we are animals and we go around like the Wild Things.

I love revising things, because you see how you can get the language to get closer to intention. You know there are three ways to say X thing, but one will say it better than the other two. And in saying it better, it gets you closer to something.

I also found it funny to think about blackness as the second person. That was just sort of funny. Not the first person, but the second person, the other person.

So you're just moving along and suddenly you get this moment that breaks your ability to continue, and yet you continue. I wanted those kinds of moments. And initially people would say, "I don't think I have any." Their initial reaction was to render invisible those moments weaved into a kind of everydayness.

If you make a mistake, then you should own that mistake.

I’m not investigating race as much as I’m investigating intimacy.