I am not a pretty girl. I don't want to be a pretty girl. No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.

I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.

God forbid you be an ugly girl, 'course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.

They can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need, is one-in-a-million and they can call me brilliant if I succeed.

One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.

Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.

Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.

We are wise women, we are giggling girls. We both carry a smile to show when we're pleased, we both carry a switchblade in our sleeves.

We are taught to view pain as an enemy, not a teacher. But pain is the right hand of growth and transformation. Pain is in the history of all human wisdom.

Patriarchy is like the elephant in the room that we don't talk about, but how could it not affect the planet radically when it's the superstructure of human society?

I wonder what you look like under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like when you're not wearing words. I wonder what we have when we're not pretending.

Never allow your reality to be influenced by another's listless view of you.

Being different is a revolving door in your life where secure people enter and insecure exit.

put out the candles with your fire—I’m on fire

Perceptions of the world and of other actors diverge from reality in patterns that we can detect and for reasons that we can understand.

Every step of progress which the world has made has been from scaffold to scaffold and from stake to stake.

What a frequency What a voice. I love Bilal. I couldn't imagine a music world without his voice.

Humans have both the urge to create and destroy.

He that is down needs fear no fall.

Cautiously avoid speaking of the domestic affairs either of yourself, or of other people. Yours are nothing to them but tedious gossip; and theirs are nothing to you.