I have this problem where it's like'I can never stop thinking. For instance, I find myself obsessing over the treatment of black women and girls by black men'the fact that black men have a special prejudice against black women and generally don't protect them or attempt to understand them, and I cry an awful lot about that.

I met rich men and they became my boyfriends. When I was a kept woman'it was a relationship.

When I couldn't speak English, I loved silent films circa 1914-1929, Abel Gance being my favorite director.

Because I was in psychiatric treatment for most of my childhood and had to learn English and had to adjust to a white-dominated society, I truly know what being Sudanese refugees [adopting by white family] mean. It's not something that you can explain in the confines of an interview, but there is an immediate comfort, a connection between black phenotypes that is natural.

I believe that Christianity trains black people, especially black women, to think like slaves, and I believe that Islam is mainly fueled by its hatred for women.

I have never turned a trick in my life, and I just resent the American definitions of ’sex slave’ and ’prostitute’ so much. I was a mistress!

I learned English by watching soaps as a kid, and since I don't have any formal education and can't teach at the universities like other literary writers do.