I want to praise activists through the years. I praise those of the past as well, to have them honored.

I'd want the human voice expressing grievances, or delight, or whatever it might be. But something real

We use the word 'hope' perhaps more often than any other word in the vocabulary: 'I hope it's a nice day.' 'Hopefully, you're doing well.' 'So how are things going along? Pretty good. Going to be good tomorrow? Hope so.'

Hope never trickles down. It always springs up.

'Curiosity never killed this cat’ — that’s what I’d like as my epitaph.

Never go to bed with someone whose problems are greater than yours.

Something was still there, that something that distinguishes an artist from a performer: the revealing of self. Here I be. Not forlong, but here I be. In sensing her mortality, we sensed our own.