A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.

A revolutionary poem will not tell you who or when to kill, what and when to burn, or even how to theorize. It reminds you... where and when and how you are living and might live, it is a wick of desire.

Life on the planet is born of woman.

Lying is done with words and also with silence.

It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.

False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news.

Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe.

Art, whose honesty must work through artifice, cannot avoid cheating truth.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.

Lesbian existence comprises both the breaking of a taboo and the rejection of a compulsory way of life. It is also a direct or indirect attack on the male right of access to women.

We might possess every technological resource... but if our language is inadequate, our vision remains formless, our thinking and feeling are still running in the old cycles, our process may be "revolutionary" but not transformative.

They can rule the world while they can persuade us our pain belongs in some order is death by famine worse than death by suicide, than a life of famine and suicide...?

The worker can unionize, go out on strike; mothers are divided from each other in homes, tied to their children by compassionate bonds; our wildcat strikes have most often taken the form of physical or mental breakdown.

The repossession by women of our bodies will bring far more essential change to human society than the seizing of the means of production by workers.