And I had to get out of hating range.
My job is my own only land.
I learned to make my mind large, as the universe is large, so that there is room for paradoxes.
Not many women got to live out the daydream of women—to have a room, even a section of a room, that only gets messed up when she messes it up herself.
You're too young to decide to live forever.
When alone I am not aware of my race or my sex, both in need of social contexts for definition.