I see people whose spirits are not broken, who continue to work for justice. That makes me feel alive, when I witness their work, and then I witness some of their dreams come to fruition.

I had a sister who died and my mother passed away. I know that grief comes in waves. When deep grief hits, I know that it hurts like hell, and then you get a little bit of a respite, and then it comes back, and it hurts like hell. I know it can be survived.

I'm a little bit antisocial and I recently discovered that I'm introverted. But the love between people makes me alive.

I try not to get personally involved in social media. It kind of makes me sick sometimes.

You have to laugh at yourself, because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.

What was once your pain, will be your home.

Food! Oh my god, I love food. Sugar makes me come alive.