They say that oppression engenders hate. They are heard on all sides crying hate hate.

The bearers of fables are very welcome.

The dictionary is, however, only a rough draft.

I feel a near passion for intelligence at grips with itself and not letting go.

There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember . . . You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.

I refuse to pronounce the names of possession and nonpossession.

For there is no sex. There is but sex that is oppressed and sex that oppresses. It is oppression that creates sex and not the contrary.