You are still you. The U.S. is still the U.S., held together by credit cards and Indian names
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
A confident woman wears a smile and has this air of comfortability and pleasantness about her.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
My ultimate goal is to end up being happy. Most of the time.
When everyone has a microphone, you can't hear anything. Choose one voice carefully and listen in.
I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.
Once you embrace your value, talents and strengths, it neutralizes when others think less of you.
I never think of the future - it comes soon enough.
Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.
Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bomb...