When you come from desperate poverty and that's exactly what I come from you know that nonsenses are not to be tolerated. I'm not sure who gains from chaos but I know it's not the poor folks in the council flats. The politics of vindictiveness is never ever anything like a solution.

I care about politics just like any other citizen. I'm against the war in Iraq or any type of war.

I hate injustice and I can't help but speak against it. But I don't want to get involved in politics.

Politics is the conspiracy of the unproductive but organized against the productive but unorganized.

You've got to watch the politics of AIDS. The politics of AIDS can work both for and against the victims of AIDS.

Life is a corrupting process from the time a child learns to play his mother off against his father in the politics of when to go to bed he who fears corruption fears life.

As a black woman my politics and political affiliation are bound up with and flow from participation in my people's struggle for liberation and with the fight of oppressed people all over the world against American imperialism.

You can't be in politics unless you can walk in a room and know in a minute who's for you and who's against you.

If you are going to sin sin against God not the bureaucracy. God will forgive you but the bureaucracy won't.

The revolution is a dictatorship of the exploited against the exploiters.

Hell I never vote for anybody I always vote against.

And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious.

Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.

So poetry becomes a means for useful dialogue between people who are not only unknown but mute to each other. It produces a dialogue among people that guards all of us against manipulation by our so-called leaders.

Nothing truly convincing - which would possess thoroughness vigor and skill - has been written against the ancients as yet especially not against their poetry.

Poetry even when apparently most fantastic is always a revolt against artifice a revolt in a sense against actuality.

I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things to me are expressions of love.