despite all our desperate, eternal attempts to separate, contain and mend, categories always leak.

- Trinh T. Minh-Ha

you and I are close, we intertwine; you may stand on the other side of the hill once in awhile, but you may also be me while remaining what you are a…

- Trinh T. Minh-Ha

Home for the exile in a secular and contingent world is always provisional

- Trinh T. Minh-Ha

Speaking, writing, and discoursing are not mere acts of communication; they are above all acts of compulsion. Please follow me. Trust me, for deep fe…

- Trinh T. Minh-Ha

It Went By Me something very beautiful just went by me something not to tell in words in feelings so fragile so wild something yet to tell is no long…

- Trinh T. Minh-Ha