No Matter How Happy I

I Would Pretend When I Was A Child That I Was Charlotte Brontë, Because I'd Read Jane Eyre When I Was Ten And, Although I Didn't Understand It, I Loved The Idea That This Woman Had Written A Book. I Wanted To Be Her.

It Is True That Our Skin Is Sort Of More Or Less The Same Shade. But Is It True That Our Skin Color Makes Us A Distinctive Race? No.

Life Has A Truth To It, And It's Complicated - It's Love And It's Hatred.

I Think A Woman Is Powerless If She Cannot Freely Claim The Right To Her Reproductive Capacity. Society Can Talk About Anything It Likes, Except A Woman's Reproductive Existence.

On Their Way To Freedom, Some People Find Riches, Some People Find Death.