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

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.

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.

True resistance begins with people confronting pain... and wanting to do something to change it.

Hell is a hell of a lie! God is not a torturer!

Selfishness Stops The Flow Of Blessings To You and Others

Monsieur, innocence is its own crown! Innocence has only to act to be noble! She is as august in rags as fleur de lys.

Good luck is when opportunity meets preparation, while bad luck is when lack of preparation meets reality.

I was listening to the inclusiveness of Spider-Man, and why he's so appealing to so many people, but I didn't connect it all at first.

Critiquing relieves you of the responsibility of doing integrative thinking.

Any fool can have bad luck; the art consists in knowing how to exploit it.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

I'm not out to prove anything to anybody.

The light of truth burns without a flicker in the depths of a house that is shaken with storms of passion and fear.