“Are we all on the same page, Delilah?The same page? I don't even think we're even in the same library, but no need to bring that up.”

“We might be on the same page, but I wasn't happy about reading it.”

“We all think we're different, but when it comes around, we end up needing the same things. Somebody to love us. Somebody to respect us.”

“New York has a thousand universes in it that don't always connect but we do all walk the same streets, hear the same sirens, ride the same subways, see the same headlines in the Post, read the same writings on the walls. That shared landscape gets inside of all of us and, in some small way, unites us, makes us think we know each other even when we don't.”

“All too often we think of community in terms of being with folks like ourselves: the same class, same race, same ethnicity, same social standing and the like..I think we need to be wary: we need to work against the danger of evoking something that we don’t challenge ourselves to actually practice.”

“All words are written in the same ink,'flower' and 'power,' say, are much the same,and though I might write 'blood, blood, blood'all over the page, the paper would not be stainednow would I bleed.”