I am mad - but I choose this madness.

Living in a state of psychic unrest, in a Borderland, is what makes poets write and artists create.

What we say and what we do ultimately comes back to us so let us own our responsibility, place it in our hands, and carry it with dignity and strength.

The Gringo, locked into the fiction of white superiority, seized complete political power, stripping Indians and Mexicans of their land while their feet were still rooted in it. Con el destierro y el exilo fuimos desuñados, destroncados, destripados - we were jerked out by the roots, truncated, disemboweled, dispossessed, and separated from our identity and our history.

Though we tremble before uncertain futures may we meet illness, death and adversity with strength may we dance in the face of our fears.

Wild tongues can't be tamed, they can only be cut out.

Enough of passivity and passing time while waiting for the boy friend, the girl friend, the Goddess, or the Revolution.