All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it.

The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has ceased to be a victim: he or she has become a threat.

This world is white no longer, and it will never be white again.

Women manage, quite brilliantly, on the whole, and to stunning and unforeseeable effect, to survive and surmount being defined by others. They dismiss the definition, however dangerous or wounding it may be-- or even, sometimes, find a way to utilize it.

Most of us are about as eager to change as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock.

To defend oneself against a fear is simply to insure that one will, one day, be conquered by it; fears must be faced.

Fonny and I just sat there... while the voices of the congregation rose and rose around us, without mercy... Teddy had the tambourine, and gave the cue to the piano player-I never got to know him: a long dark, evil-looking brother, with hands made for strangling; and with these hands he attacked the keyboard like he was beating the brains out of someone he remembered. No doubt the congregation had their memories, too, and they went to pieces. The church began to rock.