“The transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation .”

Whenever the need for some pretense of communication arises, those who profit from our oppression call upon us to share our knowledge with them

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

Divide and conquer must become define and empower.

When you reach out and touch other human beings, it doesn’t matter whether you call it therapy or teaching or poetry.

You need to reach down and touch the thing that’s boiling inside of you and make it somehow useful.

You cannot use someone else’s fire. You can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it.

The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings.

A choice of pains. That’s what living was all about.

I am still learning – how to take joy in all the people I am, how to use all my selves in the service of what I believe, how to accept when I fail and rejoice when I succeed.

I am still learning – how to take joy in all the people I am, how to use all my selves in the service of what I believe, how to accept when I fail and rejoice when I succeed.

One pays a lot, we all pay a lot, for awareness.

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

Oppression is as American as apple pie.

I have come to believe that caring for myself is not self-indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival.

Institutionalized rejection of difference is an absolute necessity in a profit economy which needs outsiders as surplus people.

Our visions begin with our desires.

They who pray with faith have fervour and fervour is the fire of prayer. This mysterious fire has the power of consuming all our faults and imperfections, and of giving to our actions, vitality, beauty and merit.

There comes a time when you have to put forth the action and actually see whether you’re really just talking to promote yourself, just to sell yourself, or to build your confidence or build confidence around you… or are you the real deal?

In the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.

Self love is not something you feel, but rather something you do each day.

You act like a cold cold man, frozen beyond repair, hardly uttering any word, action laced demeanor. Yet everything about you, from your ebony eyes, to your dazzling smile, makes me feel warm inside.

Everything people say I couldn’t do I’ve done.

I am in the penitentiary. The only thing that I do is my time.

Sometimes it’s more difficult to exist as a female lead, especially in action movies because all those men are around you. They take so much place.