I think what all of us have in common is that we've been taught and trained and programmed to focus on fixing and mutilating ourselves. That's a core reason why women do not have power in the world.

I have been a depressed person most of m life. I was always in the throes of self-hatred.

One of the most radical things women can do is to love their body.

Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back.

When we give in the world what we want the most, we heal the broken part inside each of us.

When you rape, beat, maim, mutilate, burn, bury, and terrorize women, you destroy the essential life energy on the planet.

Give voice to what you know to be true, and do not be afraid of being disliked or exiled. I think that's the hard work of standing up for what you see.

I think so much of neoliberalism and capitalism has caused people to live in a state of greed, fear and consumption that is covering up so much of what we really want.

If you are divided from your body, then you are divided from the body of the world.

You have to give to the world the thing that you want the most, in order to fix the broken parts inside you.

I don't get tired, because every time a woman doesn't die or doesn't get beaten or doesn't get raped or doesn't get honor-killed or doesn't get acid-burned, it's a huge victory.

Forget all about ‘What if’. Believe in possibilities.

Always have a 'Plan C

I just hated poverty.

I felt extremely uncomfortable as the focal point, in the spotlight. I really like the behind the scenes role, because all my freedom is there.

If the material is inspiring and motivates you, then it doesn't really matter what it is.

I truly hope the future will bring me something to feel nostalgic about, because there's really nothing much so far I can remember fondly.

Is it not strange that mankind should so willingly battle for religion and so unwillingly live according to its precepts?

Joseph shall return to Canaan, grieve not, Hovels shall turn to rose gardens, grieve not. If a flood should arrive, to drown all that's alive, Noah is your guide in the typhoon's eye, grieve not.

Good evening, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Trilling the treble And twining the bass Into midnight ruffles Of cat-gut lace.

Have faith that you are all, my brave lads, born to do great things! Let not the barks of puppies frighten you, no, not even the thunderbolts of heaven, but stand up and work!