Facing them (men) with knives and spears was much easier than loving them, much easier.
Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.
Run when you have to, fight when you must, rest when you can.
May you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.
There's no time for winking at the men when you're busy bailing the boat.
There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.