Every time I deny myself I commit a kind of suicide.

What always seems miraculous is when aesthetic necessities yield an insight which otherwise I would have missed.

I think artists can go to a level of vision that can often save us from a situation which seems to have no solution whatsoever.

Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope.

Far more frightening than the thought of dying was the experience of erasure already occurring in my life. My fear of becoming someone who did not count.

... This is the paradox of vision: Sharp perception softens our existence in the world.

Every important social movement reconfigures the world in the imagination. What was obscure comes forward, lies are revealed, memory shaken, new delineations drawn over the old maps: it is from this new way of seeing the present that hope emerges for the future...Let us begin to imagine the worlds we would like to inhabit, the long lives we will share, and the many futures in our hands.