It wasn't merely fatigue. although it continued to worry me how tired i was all the time. I had a strange sense of missing something, of being in the wrong place - no matter where I was.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

How can you tell? That I like books, I mean.The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me.

Books may not judge you, but people do.

You're only as weak as you let yourself become, and you're only as strong as you allow yourself to be.

I worked, studied, mothered and continued to be an activist. I found that Cuba was much different from the US; its government was genuinely trying to erase racism.

Except in pure mathematics, nothing is known for certain (although much is certainly false).

The loneliness of another can be shocking when it lays itself bare without warning.

For out of fear and need each religion is born, creeping into existence on the byways or reason.

Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to have, and then we go sorrowing.

I've done that kind of stuff in records, where you start going back and you want to just redo everything, destroy everything, because you think it all sucks and you can do it better.

I guess I lead a double life, and I must admit I'm happy with both.