I would solve a lot of literary problems just thinking about a character in the subway, where you can't do anything anyway.

Some Native American writers enjoy being called Native American writers.

The peace I am thinking of is the dance of an open mind when it engages another equally open one.

We're all surrounded by what I call faux language, fake language of commerce, of news media.

Let your face speak what's in your heart.

Girl, I got my mind. And what goes on in it. Which is to say, I got me...my lonely is mine.

Tell us what it is to be a woman so that we may know what it is to be a man. What moves at the margin. What it is to have no home in this place. To be set adrift from the one you knew. What it is to live at the edge of towns that cannot bear your company.