Words are God’s gift to mend a broken soul.

I kept reaching for my muses, my wandering muses, floatingon clouds filled with their passions.”(Muses of Wandering Passions, p. 64)

That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56)

My wandering imagination never gives up on me and always finds ways to explore what my emotions entail.

Behind these eyesthere is a girl trapped withinher pain – a girl feeling all the emotionsof anger and sadness.She’s fighting for a way out.” (In her eyes, p. 39)

A people must have dignity and identity.

I gave them a fair warning

I am going to do some drawings or paintings...in the mirror of my wardrobe..with myself as a figure doing something.

When the correct technique feels wrong, different and confusing there is change and grow

In L.A., I like to surf. I went through a phase - I was surfing four days a week. I'm still not good at it; I still spend most of my time falling.

Necessity is the ethnicity of truth.

How heavy is the toll of sins and wrong that wealth, power and prestige exact from man.

Divorce is a fire exit. When a house is burning, it doesn't matter who set the fire. If there is no fire exit, everyone in the house will be burned!

Love winter when the plant says nothing.