There is no life to be found in violence. Every act of violence brings us closer to death. Whether it's the mundane violence we do to our bodies by overeating toxic food or drink or the extreme violence of child abuse, domestic warfare, life-threatening poverty, addiction, or state terrorism.

Individuals who want to believe that there is no fulfillment in love, that true love does not exist, cling to these assumptions because this despair is actually easier to face than the reality that love is a real fact of life but is absent from their lives.

It's in the act of having to do things that you don't want to that you learn something about moving past the self. Past the ego.

Writing and the hope of writing pulls me back from the edges of despair. I believe insanity and despair are at times one and the same.

Feminism as a political movement has to specifically address the needs of men in their struggle to revolutionize their consciousness.

What we do is more important than what we say or what we say we believe.

I think I was always obsessed with esthetics.