I do not honestly know what is really happening in Libya at the moment but it must be very hard for Gaddafi and his family.

A smile is a sparkle of your soul and a glint of light from your heart.

The law in its majestic equality forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges to beg in the streets and to steal bread.

To shut yourself from history is to shut yourself off from say music or painting or the theatre, literature for the rest of your life. It would be to cheat yourself of the pleasures of life.

I too complain ceaselessly in my heart and in my words too. My very life is a protest. Against government, for instance.

I would say to women, always question what you're empowering yourself for and what are you claiming power for.

If my ship sails from sight, it doesn't mean my journey ends, it simply means the river bends.

There is that kind of happiness. There is the love and marriage and family kind of happiness, which is exceedingly boring to describe but nonetheless is important to have and dreadful not to have.

The Painter's Keys is a timeless, universal guide to lifemanship masquerading as a painting blog.

The thing that teases the mind over and over for years, and at last gets itself put down rightly on paper - whether little or great, it belongs to Literature.

But you held your pride like you should've held me