“There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.”

“The path i walk lights up in flames”

“My faith has been tempered in Hell. My faith has emerged from the flames of the crematoria, from the concrete of the gas chamber. I have seen that it is not man who is impotent in the struggle against evil, but the power of evil that is impotent in the struggle against man. The powerlessness of kindness, of senseless kindness, is the secret of its immortality. It can never be conquered. The more stupid, the more senseless, the more helpless it may seem, the vaster it is. Evil is impotent before it. The prophets, religious teachers, reformers, social and political leaders are impotent before it. This dumb, blind love is man’s meaning.Human history is not the battle of good struggling to overcome evil. It is a battle fought by a great evil struggling to crush a small kernel of human kindness. But if what is human in human beings has not been destroyed even now, then evil will never conquer.”

“having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.”

“You can tell people of the need to struggle, but when the powerless start to see that they really can make a difference, nothing can quench the fire.”

“Writing is really just a matter of writing a lot, writing consistently and having faith that you’ll continue to get better and better. Sometimes, people think that if they don’t display great talent and have some success right away, they won’t succeed. But writing is about struggling through and learning and finding out what it is about writing itself that you really love.”

“The energy it took to exit mother’s womb is the same force required to manifest a dream…a different kind of struggle. Push, push, push!”

“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.”

“A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.”

“Strength is like the windnow raging with the fierceness of a hurricanedetermined to overcome any obstacle in its pathnow vanishing into a breath-stealing stillnesswhen life hits too hard and the soul gasps for reliefnow stirring softly to whisper that it’s okayto struggle, to fail, to suffer, to restbecause life goes onand strength will eventually rise againto carry us through…just maybe not right now.”

“Don’t give anything to anybody very easily. Life is not a gift. Life is a struggle. Make him dream about it and it will make him more and more happy by getting it. If someone has already become accustomed to happiness, this is not happiness yet.”

“I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from convention and prejudice, should demand the denial of life and joy. I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to become a nun and that the movement would not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it.”

“She’s not a girl. She’s been through hurricanes of emotions, she fought the armies of fears, she passed the trickiest life’s trials.She matured like wine through humid darkness, cold and time. She came out fizzy and sweet.”