“The rage of the oppressed is never the same as the rage of the privileged.”

Class is more than money. Class is also about knowledge.

Love is really more of an interactive process. It’s about what we do not just what we feel. It’s a verb, not a noun.

Since loving is about knowing, we have more meaningful love relationships when we know each other and it takes time to know each other.

The greatest movement for social justice our country has ever known is the civil rights movement and it was totally rooted in a love ethic.

My idea of a delicious time is to read a book that is wonderful. But the ruling passion of my life is being a seeker after truth and the divine.

Patriarchy has no gender.

A major part of love is commitment. If we are committed to someone, if I’m committed to loving you, then it’s not possible for me to fall out of love.

The one person who will never leave us, whom we will never lose, is ourself. Learning to love our female selves is where our search for love must begin.

Giving generously in romantic relationships, and in all other bonds, means recognizing when the other person needs our attention. Attention is an important resource.

I think the Women’s movement has had a major impact on everybody’s lives in our nation and in the world as a whole.

Love is an action, never simply a feeling.

Love is a combination of care, commitment, knowledge, responsibility, respect and trust.

I think life experiences are different for people who know what they want as children.

Living simply makes loving simple.

Feminism is for everybody.

Forgiveness and compassion are always linked: how do we hold people accountable for wrongdoing and yet at the same time remain in touch with their humanity enough to believe in their capacity to be transformed?

When it comes to racism, you hear people say, “I don’t care if people are white, black, purple or green.” Hold on, now, purple or green? Come on now, you gotta draw the line somewhere.

No nation can be free if it oppresses other nations.

Violence just hurts those who are already hurt. Instead of exposing the brutality of the oppressor, it justifies it.

Muslim women had to go out in purdah, that heavy sheet that covers even the eyes. Hindu women had to go out in the doli, a kind of closed sedan chair like a catafalque. My mother always told me about these things with bitterness and rage.

Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul, which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me.

The state is nothing but an instrument of opression of one class by another – no less so in a democratic republic than in a monarchy.

From the first time someone says, Who do you think you are? we learn how to repress.

Racism is a form of hate. We pass it on to our young people. When we do that, we are robbing children of their innocence.