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.
Lies are usually attempts to make everything simpler - for the liar - than it really is, or ought to be.
No one sleeps in this room without the dream of a common language.
Life on the planet is born of woman.
I've had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch