A woman who writes has power, and a woman with power is feared.

What we say and what we do ultimately comes back to us so let us own our responsibility, place it in our hands, and carry it with dignity and strength.

Living on borders and in margins, keeping intact one's shifting and multiple identity and integrity, is like trying to swim in a new element, an "alien" element.

Books saved my sanity, knowledge opened the locked places in me and taught me first how to survive and then how to soar.

Though we tremble before uncertain futures may we meet illness, death and adversity with strength may we dance in the face of our fears.

I had to leave home so I could find myself, find my own intrinsic nature buried under the personality that had been imposed on me.

I will have my voice: Indian, Spanish, white. I will have my serpent's tongue - my woman's voice, my sexual voice, my poet's voice. I will overcome the tradition of silence.

Nothing happens in the 'real' world unless it first happens in the images in our heads

I am playing with my Self, I am playing with the world's soul, I am the dialogue between my Self and el espiritu del mundo. I change myself, I change the world.

I change myself, I change the world.

To survive the Borderlands you must live sin fronteras be a crossroads.

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.

Not at all. You look as though magic has taken hold of you. It must be magic because I don't know how you can draw like that. I can barely manage a stick figure.

Dat's what they say of this cauntry back home, Kath: 'America, the land of milk and honey.' Bot they never tell you the milk's gone sour and the honey's stolen.

Begin by asking yourself if you are currently showing up to your life, your business, and your relationships in a way that is cultivating an extraordinary life.

It's always weird when I meet people who don't know how to crack crabs open and eat them the right way. I take a lot of pride in my crab-eating ability.

My anger thought you too ignoble for my love, and close examination finds you too magnificent, and only equals are joined together smoothly.

People in Third World countries think and laugh and smile, just like us. We have got to understand that we are them they are us.

Apparently, despite my awareness of its pejorative connotation, procrastinating is something I fall victim to quite frequently. I'm not proud of it; I'm just being honest.

If I get frustrated, the first thing I'll do is get up from the piano - completely mindlessly - and walk over to the cupboard and pull out something salty to eat.