Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.
In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.
I feel more helpless with you than without you.
We must use what we have to invent what we desire.
The liar leads an existence of unutterable loneliness.
A patriot is one who wrestles for the soul of her country as she wrestles for her own being.