They were written on cheap blue notebooks bought by poor women. I'm interested in folk tales in the way that medicine and magic in women's stories are all kind of combined.

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

My grandmother was overwhelmed by what was happening to us. She ahd moved back into the past because the here and the now was too terrible.

I never even believed in happiness. I didn't think it existed. Now look at me. I'm ready to believe in just about anything.

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.