When I die, I will no be guilty of having left a generation of girls behind thinking that anyone can tend to their emotional health other than themselves.

our dreams draw blood from old sores.

Where there is a woman there is magic.

I started writing because there's an absence of things I was familiar with or that I dreamed about. One of my senses of anger is related to this vacancy - a yearning I had as a teenager. . .and when I get ready to write, I think I'm trying to fill that. . .

Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet.

I'm a firm believer that language and how we use language determines how we act, and how we act then determines our lives and other people's lives.

Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.