“I don't see why I should bow my head when I could hold it high, or place it in the hands of my enemies when I can defeat them.”
“I defeat my enemies when I make them my friends.”
“But that's how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don't have to carry a suitcase.”
“I know that when he has sex he laughs like the world is a perfect place. And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.”
“And I hold my head high toward my big entrance, hand in hand with the boy who gave me the moon and the stars.”
“I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.”