I am reading Baldwin, only Baldwin. Yes, that quote is from something Baldwin…that one too. Please don’t ask me anymore questions.
To become and remain a woman commands the existence and employment of genius.
Despair is a sin…there are people who have proved to me that we can be better than we are.
I don’t want to be protected. I want to be free.
It lingers, see? A single prayer looking for a crack in the solidity of heaven. Held in the absence of God’s forgotten hands.
Men explain things to me, still. And no man has ever apologized for explaining, wrongly, things that I know and they don’t. Not yet, but according to the actuarial tables, I may have another forty-something years to live, more or less, so it could happen. Though I’m not holding my breath.