“listen,you a wonder.you a city of a woman.you got a geographyof your own.listen,somebody need a mapto understand you.somebody need directionsto move around you.listen,woman,you not a noplaceanonymousgirl;mister with his hands on youhe got his hands onsomedamnbody!”

“Why do all men seem to think they need to rescue a woman? Are we not capable of rescuing our damn selves? Why do I need to be rescued? I don’t need a man to rescue me, and I certainly don’t need no wallbanging, Purina-fucking, listening-at-my-wall-like-a-goddamn-psycho coming over here to rescue me! You got that, mister?”

“If you need something from somebody always give that person a way to hand it to you.”

“He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It's big and holds easy but sure. It's the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I'll let you go if you feel like running for a while.”

“The question isn't who causes something to happen, but rather, whether you see the outcome with His eyes or yours. Whether or not you trust He's got it all in His hands.”

“Fear Hold you still when you need to move, and moves you when you need to be still. Fear makes you silent when you need to be Loud, and Loud when you need silence.Fear closes your throat, makes it hard to breathe.Fear weakens your hand and blinds your eyes.Fear is a danger.Know your fear.Face your fear.”