Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.

The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.

Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places.

When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.

We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.

Janet Mock's honest and sometimes searing journey is a rare and important look into la vida liminal, one that she manages to negotiate remarkably well, with grace, humor, and fierce grit. Mock doesn't only redefine what realness means to her, but challenges us to rethink our own perceptions of gender and sexuality, feminism and sisterhood, making this book a transcendent piece of American literature.