Activism pays the rent on being alive and being here on the planet.

But it ain't easy, trying to do without God even if you know he ain't there, trying to do without him is a strain

Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.

And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see - or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.

You die - and this is why manmade religions don't work for so many of us. The notion that you're dead and that's the end, and they even try to contain you in coffins. They make them out of steel and stuff. But really, your journey - for all you know - is just beginning. For all I know, what you see now is just a tiny little seed. So, I may blossom into an entire - I don't know - something in the sky. Who knows where we're going?

I'm the kind of woman that likes to enjoy herselves in peace.

Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul.