In Our Ordinaryness We Are

Novels Allow Me To Create A Whole World.

I Hit My Head Against The Wall Because I Don't Want To Know All The Terrible Things That I Know About. I Don't Want To Feel All These Wretched Things, But They're In Me Already. If I Don't Get Rid Of Them, I'm Not Ever Going To Feel Anything Else.

Somebody/ Anybody Sing A Black Girl's Song Bring Her Out To Know Herself To Know You But Sing Her Rhythms Carin/ Struggle/ Hard Times Sing Her Song Of Life She's Been Dead So Long Closed In Silence So Long She Doesn't Know The Sound Of Her Own Voice Her Infinite Beauty She's Half-notes Scattered Without Rhythm/ No Tune Sing Her Sighs Sing The Song Of Her Possibilities Sing A Righteous Gospel Let Her Be Born Let Her Be Born & Handled Warmly.

I Write For Young Girls Of Color, For Girls Who Don’t Even Exist Yet, So That There Is Something There For Them When They Arrive. I Can Only Change How They Live, Not How They Think.

I'm Committed To The Idea That One Of The Few Things Human Beings Have To Offer Is The Richness Of Unconscious And Conscious Emotional Responses To Being Alive. ... The Kind Of Esteem That's Given To Brightness/smartness Obliterates Average People Or Slow Learners From Participating Fully In Human Life, Particularly Technical And Intellectual Life. But You Cannot Exclude Any Human Being From Emotional Participation.