I remember the first time I held my book, my first book in my hands. I cannot tell you how it moved me.
It is once again the vexing problem of identity within variety; without a solution to this disturbing problem there can be no system, no classification.
I am a feminist, and what that means to me is much the same as the meaning of the fact that I am Black: it means that I must undertake to love myself and to respect myself as though my very life depends upon self-love and self-respect.

