I hope you can understand one thing, I will like you till the day I die. Don't they say there's no reasons when you love someone? It's a lie. I can tell you one hundred reasons. Your voice. . . Your fingers. . . Your scent. . . Your shadow. . . As long as it's a characteristic associated with a woman, I like them all. . . That is my reason.
[U]nless oppressed groups stick together, and on alliances of self interest rather than do-goodism; nothing can be accomplished in the long run to dismantle the apparatus of oppression.