I really think the range of emotions and perceptions I have had access to as a black person and as a female person are greater than those of people who are neither. . . . So it seems to me that my world did not shrink because I was a black female writer. It just got bigger.
. . . I tried to kill myself. It was a feeble attempt, but I did. And I got put in a mental hospital for a month, and I got myself straight and worked on my mental health. . . it's nothing that I hide. It's nothing to be proud of or to be ashamed of. It's part of my life, you know? And I'm still here!