- Little girls, no matter where they live, no matter their station … even when they’re skipping rope, sun flashing on their small shoulders … carry the prescience of sorrow.
- A young woman’s star dims if she forgets to celebrate the light of others.
- A mother is a fierce reckoning; a child is the blood in her heart.
- Beauty does not reside in the structure of a face or the silhouette of a body.
- Wisdom is only found by searching along the bottom of deep facial crevices.
- A man stays helpless all his life at just the sight of an apron.