“I had a choice: I could believe the lies of the devil, in which case I was on my way to suicide, or I could believe in the promises of God, and be taken through my time of trial.”
“All my life I'd been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.”
“....I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.”
“I would know of myself through the witnessing and naming of others. As Jesus in the Gospels is only seen and spoken of and recorded by others. I would know my existence and the value of that existence through others' eyes, which I believed I could trust as I could not trust my own.”
“I don't blame any one for not believing my history. If I had not experienced what I have, I could not have believed it myself.”
“At the time I could no more believe my eyes than I can now trust my memory.”