Everywhere risk and defiance weave through the most mundane daily affairs.

Sally wasn't crying about their dead mother or her cancer. She was crying because her husband, Alfonso, had left her after twenty years for a young woman. It seemed a brutal thing to do, just after her mastectomy. She was devastated, but no, she wouldn't ever divorce him, even though the woman was pregnant and he wanted to marry her.

"They can just wait until I die. I'll be dead soon, probably next year..." Sally wept but the ocean drowned out the sound.

Suppression is a form of social and intellectual terrorism which results in oppression.

Anger and stubborness are bestfriends, they need each other for fuel.

Beauty shoudn't suffer but should be embraced.

Time is like a phone call, but you can only call once.