“When I walked down the streets, I asked myself, are these my people?, is this my hometown, am I who I am?”

“Chapter One of My Life. I walk down the street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It still takes forever to find a way out.Chapter Two. I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place! But it isn't my fault. And it still takes a long time to get out.Chapter Three. I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in. It's a habit! My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.Chapter Four. I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.Chapter Five. I walk down a different street.”

“I am always with myself, and it is I who am my tormentor.”

“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? But if I am only for myself, who am I? If not now, when? ”

“On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again”

“When I try to save other people am I trying to save myself? Am I covering up for my lack of strength by putting people back together?”