Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people

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

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.

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.

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

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

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water