This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.

We can't think of changing our skin color. Change the world - that's how we gotta think.

I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.

I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable.

Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

I believe in the goodness of imagination.