A woman who writes has power, and a woman with power is feared. — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Fear Copy Share Image
“I preferred the world of imagination to the death of sleep” — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Death Copy Share Image
Write in the kitchen, lock yourself up in the bathroom. Write on the bus or the welfare line, on the job or… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Bathroom Copy Share Image
These my two hands / quick to slap my face / before others could slap it. — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Faces Copy Share Image
Enough of passivity and passing time while waiting for the boy friend, the girl friend, the Goddess, or the Revolution. — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Action Copy Share Image
Living in a state of psychic unrest, in a Borderland, is what makes poets write and artists create. — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Art Copy Share Image
By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Autonomy Copy Share Image
the world I create in writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Autonomy Copy Share Image
Nothing happens in the 'real' world unless it first happens in the images in our heads — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Firsts Copy Share Image
Why am I compelled to write? Because the writing saves me from this complacency I fear. Because I have no choice. — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Choices Copy Share Image
I will have my voice: Indian, Spanish, white. I will have my serpent's tongue - my woman's voice, my sexual voice, my… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Indian Copy Share Image
In trying to become 'objective,' Western culture made 'objects' of things and people when it distanced itself from them, thereby losing 'touch'… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Culture Copy Share Image
What we say and what we do ultimately comes back to us so let us own our responsibility, place it in our… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Dignity Copy Share Image
Living on borders and in margins, keeping intact one's shifting and multiple identity and integrity, is like trying to swim in a… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Aliens Copy Share Image
I am playing with my Self, I am playing with the world's soul, I am the dialogue between my Self and el… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Change the world Copy Share Image
Write with your eyes like painters, with your ears like musicians, with your feet like dancers. You are the truthsayer with quill… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Dancer Copy Share Image
The U.S.-Mexican border es un herida abierta where the Third World grates against the first and bleeds. And before a scab forms… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Border Copy Share Image
Depression is useful. It signals that you need to make changes in your life, it challenges your tendency to withdraw, it reminds… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Action Copy Share Image
We are taught that the body is an ignorant animal intelligence dwells only in the head. But the body is smart. It… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Animal Copy Share Image
To separate from my culture (as from my family) I had to feel competent enough on the outside and secure enough inside… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Competent Copy Share Image
An image is a bridge between evoked emotion and conscious knowledge; words are the cables that hold up the bridge. Images are… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Bridges Copy Share Image
Like all people, we perceive the version of reality that our culture communicates. Like others having or living in more than one… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Causes Copy Share Image
We cannot educate white women and take them by the hand. Most of us are willing to help but we can't do… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa American woman Copy Share Image
The Gringo, locked into the fiction of white superiority, seized complete political power, stripping Indians and Mexicans of their land while their… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Feet Copy Share Image
My 'awakened dreams' are about shifts. Thought shifts, reality shifts, gender shifts: one person metamorphoses into another in a world where people… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Air Copy Share Image
Books saved my sanity, knowledge opened the locked places in me and taught me first how to survive and then how to… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Book Copy Share Image
I had to leave home so I could find myself, find my own intrinsic nature buried under the personality that had been… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Buried Copy Share Image
I am visible-see this Indian face-yet I am invisible. I both blind them with my beak nose and am their blind spot.… — Gloria E. Anzaldúa Beaks Copy Share Image
