All writing is confession. Confession masked and revealed in the voices and faces of our characters. All is hunger. The longing to be fully known and still loved. The admission of our own inherent vulnerability, our weakness, our tenderness of skin, fragility of heart, our overwhelming desire to be relieved of the burden of ourselves in the body of another, to be forgiven of our ultimate aloneness in the mystical body of a god or the common work of a revolution. These are human considerations that the best of writers presses her fingers upon.
Cherríe Moraga, The Last Generation