... we need to interrogate "reverence," for idolization can be another way one is objectified and not really taken seriously.

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.

I'm not givin' in an inch to fear.

Calligraphy is an art form that uses ink and a brush to express the very souls of words on paper.

Why don't these translation books just include general phrases that could be applied in a variety of situations like, "Say nothing unless it's in English"?

There is a correlation between the severity of a person’s moods and a lack of self-knowledge.

These are the dilemmas for cancer patients. Who and what to believe? A particular treatment is not foolproof, or as many medical experts remind us, is not math, with a fixed and certain outcome.

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.

He (Eric Davis) gets power from his bat speed.....it's like he has cork in his arms.

Who are you, a hundred years from today, reading my poetry with curiosity?

I formally proposed. I'm a good Southern gentleman.