Depression is useful. It signals that you need to make changes in your life, it challenges your tendency to withdraw, it reminds you to take action.

I want the freedom to carve and chisel my own face, to staunch the bleeding with ashes, to fashion my own gods out of my entrails.

Books saved my sanity, knowledge opened the locked places in me and taught me first how to survive and then how to soar.

Living in a state of psychic unrest, in a Borderland, is what makes poets write and artists create.

What we say and what we do ultimately comes back to us so let us own our responsibility, place it in our hands, and carry it with dignity and strength.

Nothing happens in the 'real' world unless it first happens in the images in our heads

Living on borders and in margins, keeping intact one's shifting and multiple identity and integrity, is like trying to swim in a new element, an "alien" element.