What you say is what matters.

I think I had gotten messages really young that poetry wasn't for me, that it was for, basically, some dead white men. My experience and my intellect was on the outside of understanding that. I think that's what's so destructive.

Maybe this was our last summer as best friends. I feel like something's going to change now and I'm not going to be able to change it back. —Margaret

I think it's important to remember that writing is a gift and our stories are gifts to ourselves and to the world and sometimes giving isn't always the easiest thing to do but it comes back.

One place exists as their interpretation of it. For the people living and thriving inside of it, it's another place.

I'm still afraid. I'm still afraid every day.

No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.