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"I used to cry in a genre no one read."

"a young woman said, sipping her drink, You’re so lucky. You’re gay plus you get to write about war and stuff. I’m just white. [Pause.] I got nothing. [Laughter, glasses clinking.]

Unlike feelings, blood gets realer when you feel it.

Because everyone knows yellow pain, pressed into American letters, turns
to gold.

Our sorrow Midas-touched. Napalm with a rainbow afterglow."

"How come the past tense is always longer?

Is the memory of a song the shadow of a sound or is that too much?"

"Sometimes the world’s sages come from abusive
homes,
our gurus from poverty,
our teachers from AA,
our poets from prison,
our prophets from the projects.

Sometimes our saints don’t wake up privileged with the vision of a better future, but with the challenge of surviving the day."

"Busyness won’t hold you accountable.

A program can’t make you feel enough.

Overcompensation will never change the parts you hate.

Self-imposed repression isn’t anti-inflammatory.

Pretending will never soothe emotional wounds.

Hiding and numbing doesn’t work.

Staying in the victim role doesn’t change that you are the hero of your own life."

"I love the ones
who are two parts crazy
and a portrait of poetry.
I love the ones
with an intention
covered in wild dreams.
I love the ones
who don’t always roar
but the quiet ones
who feel deeply,
are awkward at goodbyes,
and have secret talents
like walking through fire."

"Love, don’t rush the light.
Not even the moon
becomes full
in just one night."

"I asked,
How can I midwife this sadness?
How do I create a life with it?
And the night answered:
Tell your story.
Plant flowers.
That’s it."

"Be the person you met the first time you woke up to your mission. Remember her. The warrior women that came before you are proof that you can get somewhere. The story of pain that gives you every reason not to is also your source of empowerment. It is your elixir. Drink up and pass it around."

"This is your year to be the clear-visioned goddess, to bear the heaviness of a crown, a sacred promise. This is your year to live the life of your dreams, to heal, to witness, to be the one who queens. This is your year to forever change the rest, to un-tame, to shift, to lead, and to live blessed."

"Just like
the raging wind
the erupting volcano
the forest fire
and the rainstorm,
no one can tell
the awakening queens
the warrior women
and the earth angels
to calm down."

"Those who find her crazy
are too sane for the magic of the stars,
the wisdom of the trees,
and the power of her howl on a full moon eve."

"She forgets
that even without a single human to turn to
she’s still
a daughter
of Earth
and she can always
always
turn to Her."

"Rejection
taught her to let go of what didn’t want her.

Abandonment
showed her how to stand on her own two feet.

Betrayal
awoke her intuition.

Pain
broke her heart wide open.

Loneliness
gave her permission to befriend herself."

"a hole exists in the world’s broken heart. And it fits your exact shape... The souls who refuse cover in the wake of injustice. Of instability. Of silence. Who take shape like the towering cumulus of a fierce storm... They speak the language of stars. Live in accordance with water and are guided by the wisdom of trees. They are rebels of compassion and freedom. They are torchbearers for peace."

"To know what people really are and not destroy them is savagely remarkable."

"She was built on a foundation of avoidance for the sake of self-preservation"

Well, if that wasn't me!

"Nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions"

“I learned to sleep during the day so that I would not be tired when he returned; he always needed to talk then, to tell me down to the last detail about the faces and the wounds and the movements of men. And I wanted to be able to listen, to digest the bloody images, to paint them flat and unremarkable onto the vase of posterity. To release him from it and make him Achilles again.”

"Tears came, and fell. Above us, the constellations spun, and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed."

“War was what the world would say Achilles was born for. That his hands and swift feet were fashioned for this alone - the cracking of Troy's mighty walls. They would throw him among thousands of Trojan spears and watch with triumph as he stained his fair hands red.”

"He said what he meant; he was puzzled if you did not. Some people might have mistaken this for simplicity. But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?"

"If power is a thing to be had, it must be capable of possession. But power is not any discrete size or weight. Power is continuous. Power is parabolic. Say you are given some power, which then increases your capacity to accumulate more power. Your capacity for power increases exponentially in relation to the actual power you have gained. us, to gain power is to be increasingly powerless."

"Missing him was like missing a severed limb. Never quite complete and never whole, though on occasion the vestigial aches proved helpfully informative."

"Only Crowd, a creature with no body, no head, no mind. Crowd was nothing but a Voice and an Eye, and it was not surprising that Crowd was both God and Mammon. Garraty felt it. He knew the others were feeling it."

"They’re animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?”

"It looked to be a perfect day, and Garraty greeted it only half-coherently by thinking: Thank God I can die in the daylight."

"Walk or die, that’s the moral of this story. Simple as that."

"It had hurt before, in the worst, rupturing way, knowing there would be no more you but the universe would roll on just the same, unharmed and unhampered.

"there’s a place in most of us where the rain is pretty much constant, the shadows are always long, and the woods are full of monsters."