The catchword I use with my classes is: The authority of the writer always overcomes the skepticism of the reader.
We cannot leave it to history as a discipline nor to sociology nor science nor economics to tell the story of our people.
Writing is a conversation with reading; a dialogue with thinking.
It is called education because it is learned. You do not have to have had an experience in order to sympathize or empathize with the subject. That is why books are written: so that we do not have to do the same things. We learn from experience, true; but we also learn from empathy.” A Theory of Patience.
In order to have a happy ending, in order to be triumphant, in order to be heroic, you have to tell your own story. The women’s movement knows that; black people know that; brown people know that; yellow people know that. You have to be able to tell your own story in order to show that you are worthy – that you belong.
I’m told by my young friends that experience is much more important than books. Of course Ben Franklin had something to say about experience and fools, but even Franklin thought that a fool would learn by his experience. That has proven false in the modern world. Some people are simply unwilling to learn under any circumstances, which maybe, even then, wouldn’t be so bad if they weren’t so damned proud of it.
Why would there be a destination when life itself is a journey? You go not to get there but to be there.
No matter what else is wrong in the world a book will take you away from it.
I think you always write what you love. Whether it’s your grandmother or gourmet cooking or mountains and rivers. Sunsets kissing the tallest building or chipmunks scattering off to bed. I like the quiet. And I like the sound of the quiet. I’m a mountain girl. I listen and make lists of what I hear.
I think that, in reality, there is something wrong with human beings, and unless we are willing to face the fact that something is really wrong with human beings, unless we are willing to face the fact that somewhere in our imaginations we are evil, vicious people, it is not going to work.
I always thought that would be really neat if black people ever got control of the United States we would, of course, tear down some of the statues because we just don’t like them... like all of Richmond would probably not have a statue standing.
We in the Black Arts movement, which wasn’t really a movement but a group of people who had similar objectives...
This country is a land mass that could be called anything, and for people to act like this is some kind of sacred territory is an insanity. It’s just a bunch of people trying to live together, and if we’re not going to be part of a dream of equality – a part of a dream of that which is the best of us, the idea that people help one another – if we’re not going to do that, then this land mass doesn’t any more deserve to be revered than anything else.
The South lost... and that is good... and that hateful flag needs to come down... and reparations need to be offered and if none of that can happen... well... let there be poetry.
We look, most humans, for a way to be warm and safe; for a haven for our bodies when, once fire was discovered and clothes invented, when once we understood why the squirrels moved seeds around and what to call the plant the jaguar got giggly off of, when once we no longer worried about being eaten by other mammals or each other we looked for meaning with this life we were given.
The main advantage about being over thirty is you no longer have to pretend you have a date on Friday night or even, lo and behold, that you want one. You can now easily say to yourself, “I hope no one wants to ask me to do anything because I am so looking forward to a hot tub and a midnight snack.
Writing for the gallery is something that a writer must resist no matter who he is. You know the writers that are writing for their audience because they write the same book over and over again with the sort of cute things their readership likes. Serious writers write things that compel them, new challenges, new situations, and a new landscape that they have not been in before.
If you don’t understand your past, you can’t transcend it, you might repeat it, you don’t understand half of your life. Knowledge is what’s important, you know? Not the erasure, but the confrontation of it.
I am always lonely for things I’ve never had and people I’ve never been.
All mistakes teach us something, so there are, in reality, no mistakes.
The tragic loneliness black women consistently face as we stand before judgmental others – sometimes white, but sometimes black; sometimes male, but sometimes female – demands that we have some wisdom, experience, and some passion with which to combat this abuse.