He's my family, and you don't just push family aside for some itch you want to scratch. That's not how real love works. Real love is support, even when you're fighting. Real love in honesty, even when the truth hurts like hell. Real love is being there through every miserable minute and every indefinite minute.

He is an idiot," I said. "One who thinks he's a genius/ They're the most dangerous kind.""No, the most dangerous kind are the ones with power," he said.

Sometimes you have to sacrifice your queen to capture the king.

There's a very thin line between rightfully protesting, and protesting so much that it becomes clear you're trying to hide something.

Together, we will prevail, and we will be free.

It only takes one voice to give others the chance to see possibilities.