You Belong Neither To God Nor The

I Have Always Looked On Disobedience Toward The Oppressive As The Only Way To Use The Miracle Of Having Been Born.

There Are Moments In Life When Keeping Silent Becomes A Fault, And Speaking An Obligation. A Civic Duty, A Moral Challenge, A Categorical Imperative From Which We Cannot Escape.

It Brought Back To Mind The Injustice I Spoke Of, The Solitude That Oppresses Women Intent On Defending Their Own Destinies, Their Own Dreams, Their Own Mistakes.

Glory Is A Heavy Burden, A Murdering Poison, And To Bear It Is An Art. And To Have That Art Is Rare.

The Moment You Give Up Your Principles, And Your Values, You Are Dead, Your Culture Is Dead, Your Civilization Is Dead. Period.