Class, race, sexuality, gender and all other categories by which we categorize and dismiss each other need to be excavated from the inside.

I told her, Don't touch me that way. Don't come at me with that sour-cream smile. Come at me as if I were worth your life - the life we make together. Take me like a turtle whose shell must be cracked, whose heart is ice, who needs your heat. Love me like a warrior, sweat up to your earlobes and all your hope between your teeth. Love me so I know I am at least as important as anything you have ever wanted.

Fiction is a piece of truth that turns lies to meaning.

stories are the one sure way I know to touch the heart and change the world.

... suffering does not ennoble. It destroys. To resist destruction, self-hatred, or lifelong hopelessness, we have to throw off the conditioning of being despised, the fear of becoming the they that is talked about so dismissively, to refuse lying myths and easy moralities, to see ourselves as human, flawed, and extraordinary. All of us extraordinary

Writing is the only way I know to demand justice from an uncaring universe.

Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.