Love is like the rain. It comes in a drizzle sometimes. Then it starts pouring and if you’re not careful it will drown you.
If a woman is worth remembering,′ said my grandmother, ’there is no need to have her name carved in letters.
You thought that if you didn’t tell the stories, the sky would fall on your head.
Life was neither something you defended by hiding nor surrendered calmly on other people’s terms, but something you lived bravely, out in the open, and that if you had to lose it, you should lose it on your own terms.
Writing is the way I participate in the struggle.
The girl she said, I didn’t tell you this because it was a small thing, but little girls, they leave their hearts at home when they walk outside. Hearts are so precious. They don’t want to lose them.
People are just too hopeful, and sometimes hope is the biggest weapon of all to use against us. People will believe anything.
The people did not elect me. I speak with one voice that may echo other people, but I am part of a group of people. That’s not distancing yourself from a community, that’s also allowing the space for others to speak for themselves.