It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.
I've been an atheist ever since I heard there was only a stairway to heaven
Disability doesn't make you exceptional, but questioning what you think you know about it does.
My disability exists not because I use a wheelchair, but because the broader environment isn't accessible.
In case I get hit by a bus tomorrow, I want to make something clear - I am not a snowflake. I am not a sweet, infantilising symbol of fragility and life. I am a strong, fierce, flawed adult woman. I plan to remain that way, in life and in death.
No amount of smiling at a flight of stairs has ever made it turn into a ramp.
I dance as a political statement, because disabled bodies are inherently political, but I mostly dance for all the same reasons anyone else does: because it heals my spirit and fills me with joy.
There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.
A lot of people from the press want to talk to me, but they never do.
I'd to do more stuff with less sarcasm.
The great problems of life—sexuality, of course, among others—are always related to the primordial images of the collective unconscious. These images are really balancing or compensating factors which correspond with the problems life presents in actuality. This is not to be marveled at, since these images are deposits representing the accumulated experience of thousands of years of struggle for adaptation and existence.