You know, my father was a great encouragement for me because he spoke out for women's rights, he spoke out for girl's education. And at that time I said that why should I wait for someone else, why should I be looking to the government, to the army that they would help us? Why don't I raise my voice, why don't we speak up for our rights?

We like to put sacred texts in flowing waters, so I rolled it up, tied it to a piece of wood, placed a dandelion on top, and floated it in the stream which flows into the Swat River. Surely God would find it there.

I want poverty to end in tomorrow's Pakistan. I want every girl in Pakistan to go to school.

Malala Day is not my day. It is the day of every girl and every boy. It is a day when we come together to raise our voices, so that those without a voice can be heard.

When someone takes away your pens you realise quite how important education is.

I dreamt of a country where education would prevail.

Weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage was born.