People pay for what they do, and still more for what they have allowed themselves to become, and they pay for it, very simply, by the lives they lead.

The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has ceased to be a victim: he or she has become a threat.

For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn't any other tale to tell, it's the only light we've got in all this darkness.

An identity would seem to be arrived at by the way in which the person faces and uses his experience.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.

This is the charged, the dangerous moment, when everything must be re-examined, must be made new, when nothing at all can be taken for granted.