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“in the dark, none of us have names and no one is sacred”
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, This Wound Is a World

“Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
― Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

“Gender is the poetry each of us makes out of the language we are taught.”
― Leslie Feinberg, Trans Liberation: Beyond Pink or Blue

“Motherlands are castles made of glass. In order to leave them, you have to break something – a wall, a social convention, a cultural norm, a psychological barrier, a heart. What you have broken will haunt you. To be an emigré, therefore, means to forever bear shards of glass in your pockets. It is easy to forget they are there, light and minuscule as they are, and go on with your life, your little ambitions and important plans, but at the slightest contact the shards will remind you of their presence. They will cut you deep.”
― Elif Shafak, How to Stay Sane in an Age of Division