“I once had a lover and his arms were so strong that my skull was crushed in his grip. With his bare hands he plunged between my ribs and took hold of my heart. A wafer between his fingers it dissolved. Sometimes I wake up in the dark and stand in the hall and I can feel the cold draft… — Naomi Wallace Copy Share
If you're in despair, you don't know how to be part of your own life anymore. — Naomi Wallace Copy Share Image
I'm interested in the way that the language of labor has been suppressed in our culture, the way it has disappeared from our vocabulary and is never heard on stage. . . . I'm better at writing than I am at organizing [political action]. SLAUGHTER CITY is my small contribution. If it gives people a voice it is worth something.… — Naomi Wallace Copy Share
“Our lives are but a splash of water on a stone, nothing more. Then I am the stone on which they fell, and they… — Naomi Wallace Copy Share Image
I'd been reading Daniel Defoe's Journal of the Plague Year when the [1992 Los Angeles] riots broke out and I began to see them… — Naomi Wallace Copy Share Image