We have not been scuffling in this waste - howling wilderness for the right to be stupid. All this waste.

We have not been scuffling in this waste - howling wilderness for the right to be stupid. All this waste.

The job of the writer is to make revolution irresistible.

I tend to agree that celibacy for a time is worth considering, for sex is dirty if all it means is winning a man, conquering a woman, beating someone out of something, abusing each other's dignity in order to prove that I am a man, I am a woman.

What is happening to the daughters of the yam? Seem like they just don't know how to draw up the powers from the deep like before. Not full sunned and sweet anymore.

(M)aybe we too busy being flowers or fairies or strawberries instead of something honest and worthy of respect . . . you know . . . like being people.

Revolution begins with the self, in the self.