If you don’t define yourself for yourself then you will be crushed into other's fantasies of you and eaten alive

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

When I dare to be powerful - to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.

There is no thing as a single-issue struggle because we do not live single-issue lives.

Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.

When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.

If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.

I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.

Tomorrow belongs to those of us who conceive of it as belonging to everyone; who lend the best of ourselves to it, and with joy.

I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.

If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That's the beginning of social protest.

Nervous means you want to play. Scared means you don't want to play.

Inteligence lives longer than beauty.

They Want You To Be A Docile Apathetic Consumer

It was very sad under the trees. Although spring was well advanced, in the deep shade there was nothing but death-rotten leaves, gray and white fungi, and over everything a funeral hush.

Welcome to Ruler’s purgatory. It’s the special club you love to hate.

Trade is a communication of cultures and values.

Hope is life's greatest treasure. If you have no hope, create some!

Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it.

Remember that one touch of ill-nature makes the whole world kin.

The elephant smoked too much.(explaining why the keys of his piano were so yellow)