Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.

In the mythic schema of all relations between men and women, man proposes, and woman is disposed of.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.

I think it's one of the scars in our culture that we have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves with the angels instead of the higher primates.

I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.

I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.

What a joy it is to dance and sing!

Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. You bring to a novel, anything you read, all your experience of the world. You bring your history and you read it in your own terms.

We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.

If Miss means respectably unmarried, and Mrs. respectably married, then Ms. means nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

Only by spending and investing love you can get it back. You are adorned with unlimited love, so spend it as much as you can, as fast as you can.

Grandfather recently died. He died alone on a trip away from home in a town where no one expected him to be

Summon the strength of your capabilities —not just housed in the mind - but, empowered within the Soul.

Intuition knows what the mind can't see yet.

The world is an evil place to live in. Not for those who do evil, but for those who sit back and allow evil to occur.

I always wished I had died, and I still wish that, because I could have gotten the whole thing over with.

There are so many ways to be and to be black at the same time, but we're finally seeing that full range expressed much more widely than before.

As a girl, you're supposed to love Sleeping Beauty. I mean, who wants to love Sleeping Beauty when you can be Aladdin?

You know I used to be the back porch poet with my book of lines, always hoping knowing all the time, I'm probably never gonna find the perfect rhyme. . .For heavier things

We might remember ... not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed.