Readers forget that one can critique yet still admire.

When we choose to love, we choose to move against fear, against alienation and separation. The choice to love is a choice to connect, to find ourselves in the other.

The moment we choose to love we begin to move against domination, against oppression. The moment we choose to love we begin to move towards freedom, to act in ways that liberate ourselves and others.

[O]ne of the most vital ways we sustain ourselves is by building communities of resistance, places where we know we are not alone.

The practice of love is the most powerful antidote to the politics of domination.

As long as women are using class or race power to dominate other women, feminist sisterhood cannot be fully realized.

To be truly visionary we have to root our imagination in our concrete reality while simultaneously imagining possibilities beyond that reality.

What we do is more important than what we say or what we say we believe.

The rage of the oppressed is never the same as the rage of the privileged.

Sometimes people try to destroy you, precisely because they recognize your power - not because they don't see it, but because they see it and they don't want it to exist.

Shaming is one of the deepest tools of imperialist, white supremacist, capitalist patriarchy because shame produces trauma and trauma often produces paralysis.

Our fathers had their dreams we have ours the generation that follows will have its own. Without dreams and phantoms man cannot exist.

Don't worry about what anyone else thinks - write what you must.

There is no such thing as a typical season, not for the Cardinals, not for San Diego, not for Minnesota.

If I don't give up in the ring, I don't give up in life... I try to live my life the same way.

The greatest safety lies in putting all your eggs in one basket and watching the basket.

The only good reason to embrace a philosophical position is that you are convinced it is true or at least makes sense of the world better than the alternatives.

Simply pushing harder within the old boundaries will not do.

It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.

I was a real daydreamer at school, gazing out of the window and losing myself in imaginary worlds.

You never knew this, but I was in love. Okay, infatuated, but it felt like love at the time.