“What does a caged bird know about freedom?”

You are all burning desires and questions with no answers.

Love was learning to read your vulnerability like a foreign language.

We don’t always have to see eye to eye when we are meeting soul to soul.

It is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.

We would look with scorn at witch mothers who build towers but not at princes who lust after caged women.

Somehow even in the dark, you can always turn to catch my kisses.

Love is not a net to catch others with.

The loss of innocence is inevitable bitterness does not have to be.

I no longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.

In hard times stay soft.

Those who are capable of great love will always pay in great grief.

The snow will keep all of your secrets or none of them.

The contradiction of my lips so cold outside so warm within.

I am never going to stop trying to translate meaning from mundane.

I will bring you all of my dead flowers if you will breathe me a promise of spring.

Don’t talk to me like I am a lost little girl I am a wolf and these are my woods.

As long as people use tactics to oppress or restrict other people from being free, there is work to be done.

Where the press is free and every man able to read, all is safe.

He who is brave is free.

The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way.

It is error alone which needs the support of government. Truth can stand by itself.

The road to freedom is a difficult, hard road. It always makes for temporary setbacks.

People need to free their minds of all racial prejudice.

For it is in your power to retire into yourself whenever you choose.