If we love and identity people with HIV and other oppressed people, we can help transform the epidemic.

MFA programs are to the world of art what gentrification is to your neighborhood.

People see themselves as 'succeeding' because they are individually exceptional -- they don't see that there is a mechanism that has made it possible for them.

Breezy journalistic sentences about wealthy white people unaware that other human beings are real became the rubber stamp product of the elite MFA programs.

You have to notice the truth in order to be able to avoid it.

You have to have coalitions in order to make change in America.

I've noticed throughout my long life that people with vested interest in things staying the way they are regularly insist that both change and accountability are impossible.

The wind smelled clean, like clean magazines. It smelled like invisible ink.

Sometimes a person has to stop talking about art for a moment and take a look around.

What I tend to tell my students is, “When you look in the mirror and see a smart, angry girl who wants to be free, you're seeing a paradigm that Kathy [Acker] helped bring into the recognizable.”

Since Freud, people think you either want to be a man or hate men. You only exist in relationship to men.

Poetry = Anger x Imagination

Surprisingly, the Christian faith today is perceived as disconnected from the supernatural world – a dimension that the vast majority of outsiders believe can be accessed and influenced.

It's funny how often we celebrate by poisoning ourselves

I wouldn't be where I am today without the amazing public arts education that I had.

Who is the best the sportswriter who wore shorts? I keep trying to envision Grantland Rice or John Lardner in shorts. It never occurred to me to wear shorts. I'd look too silly to wear shorts.

I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son.

On the dance floor, as much as you say, 'Ladies, you are the car. He is the driver. You can only go where he takes you,' they still try to be in control.

We search for patterns, you see, only to find where the patterns break. And it’s there, in that fissure, that we pitch our tents and wait.

We are called to live our baptism every day, as new creatures, clothed in Christ.

No cloud can overshadow a true Christian but his faith will discern a rainbow in it.