In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.

Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.

What one person does, several people usually consider.

My prayer is simple my dear one, my dear one. May you never need understand. My prayer is for peacetime, my child, my child. Live it well and this life can be grand.

White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime.

Some people use things; they destroy. You're a creator, a builder.

We are not. We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never, for mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.

I could not cry for my own brother; he would not want me to. But I found myself crying for this hated stranger and the endless slaughter that I had almost contributed to." (page 8)

Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.

A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.

I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.

There is tremendous trauma in the betrayal caused by a perpetual liar as they repeatedly commit psychological abuse.

God gave us free will so that we might choose our own destinies. He left it up to us to achieve them.

Dying is something else. Dying is different to good and bad.

It is mind-boggling to me that there are so few movies about female friendship, considering women make up half the movie-going population.

I use humour a lot. My foundation is tragic, but my appearance is humorous.

No man profiteth but by the loss of others.

I'm an artist...The difference is that I don't tell anybody. I refuse to give them new reasons to laugh at me.

So there's only one tactic for the state: kill the seers.

When I wake up in the middle of the night when I hear one of my kids coughing or crying, I think about Syria.

It may be that the ignorant man, alone, Has any chance to mate his life with life That is the sensual, pearly spouse, the life That is fluent in even the wintriest bronze.