Some writers may never create a work. Their purpose is to help others create their first word.

Falling in love with a writer is a dangerous thing, isn't it? The only thing you get out of it sometimes is immortality.

i didn't call myself a writer until everyone else did. i knew it was real then.

The walls around the hood keep the people on the inside from the changes on the outside.

I earnestly wish to point out in what true dignity and human happiness consists. I wish to persuade women to endeavor to acquire strength, both of mind and body, and to convince them that the soft phrases, susceptibility of heart, delicacy of sentiment, and refinement of taste, are almost synonymous with epithets of weakness, and that those beings are only the objects of pity, and that kind of love which has been termed its sister, will soon become objects of contempt.

As the community stays with the uncomfortable tension of contradiction, individuals begin to perceive the truth of __he other_ as their own experience, and the polarities of conflicting positions often dissolve into an unexpected emergence of a deeper underlying unity: a profound recognition that, ultimately, there is no __ther_. We are all one.