I have died too many deaths that were not mine.

Learning not to crumple before these uncertainties fuels my resolve to print myself upon the texture of each day fully rather than forever.

I have suckled the wolf's lip of anger and I have used it for illumination, laughter, protection, fire in places where there was no light, no food, no sisters, no quarter.

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

We cannot settle for the pretenses of connection, or for the parodies of self-love.

Each time you love, love as deeply as if it were forever.

Even the smallest victory is never to be taken for granted. Each victory must be applauded.