A woman who writes has power, and a woman with power is feared.
What we say and what we do ultimately comes back to us so let us own our responsibility, place it in our hands, and carry it with dignity and strength.
I will have my voice: Indian, Spanish, white. I will have my serpent’s tongue – my woman’s voice, my sexual voice, my poet’s voice. I will overcome the tradition of silence.
Living on borders and in margins, keeping intact one’s shifting and multiple identity and integrity, is like trying to swim in a new element, an “alien” element.
Nothing happens in the ‘real’ world unless it first happens in the images in our heads.
I had to leave home so I could find myself, find my own intrinsic nature buried under the personality that had been imposed on me.
Write with your eyes like painters, with your ears like musicians, with your feet like dancers. You are the truthsayer with quill and torch. Write with your tongues of fire. Don’t let the pen banish you from yourself.
I am playing with my Self, I am playing with the world’s soul, I am the dialogue between my Self and el espiritu del mundo. I change myself, I change the world.
Though we tremble before uncertain futures, may we meet illness, death, and adversity with strength; may we dance in the face of our fears.
Books saved my sanity, knowledge opened the locked places in me and taught me first how to survive and then how to soar.
I am mad – but I choose this madness.