The hardest thing of love is to let go.

I felt an unrelenting restlessness. It was the first time I had ever experienced jealousy, and that emotion clung to my skin day and night like a dark stain, a contamination I could not shed; it became so unbearable that when finally I rid myself of it, I was freed forever of the desire to possess another person or the temptation ever to belong to anyone.

How can one not speak about war, poverty, and inequality when people who suffer from these afflictions don't have a voice to speak?

The slave who dances is free ... while he is dancing.

I need to tell a story. It's an obsession. Each story is a seed inside of me that starts to grow and grow, like a tumor, and I have to deal with it sooner or later.

I think I was a feminist before the word was invented.

There is room in the human heart for all the divinities.