Water was liquid silver, water was gold. It was clarity—a sacred thing.

The trees were friendly, they gave me rest and shadowed refuge. Slipping through them, I felt safe and competent. My whole body was occupied. I had little energy to think or worry.

Beneath hot sun, desert roses bloomed. Under cold moon, I still refused to.

Water was liquid silver, water was gold. It was clarity—a sacred thing. Drinking was no longer something to take for granted. I’d never needed to consider water before.

There was so little I wanted to carry. Packing my backpack took me all of four minutes

The bravest thing I ever did was leave there. The next bravest thing I did was come back, to make myself heard.

I’d believed I needed to be steady in myself before I could function with others—but surviving alone no longer felt like a good way either.

I realized that the most empowering important thing was actually simply taking care of myself.

I was promising myself strength.I had to write it, say it, make the effort and fake it before I actually believed I could do it.

I was the director of my life, it was already true, and I would soon lead myself to my dreamed-of destinations.It was the task of my one thousand miles of solitude.

I no longer needed to peel myself of my skin, or to hide. To Dash the colorless ephemeral things that existed just beneath my surface were as vivid as the beauty marks he traced on my cheek.

Most of us are too focused on our future that we forget to live our present.

Ricin - Death by diarrhea

From discord, find Harmony.

I hate to spread rumours, but what else can one do with them?

Those who succeed and do not push on to greater failure are the spiritual middle-classers.

I don't think you're entitled to read my mail between my daughters and me.

Either you will determine truth by your feelings or truth will determine your feelings. Be careful following feelings alone.

The Negro is nothing but an ex-slave who is now trying to get himself integrated into the slave master's house.

'What is celebration?' Rather than dancing, rather than laughing, rather than loving, rather than enjoying this silence, the mind asks: 'What is celebration?'

I have lots of desires - good body, nice skin, cute, beautiful, knows how to cook, concentrates on her work, a girl that's worth the respect.