“They ask me what it is to be a woman, as if I have to explain what it is to be a human.”

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

I’ve seen far too many people lose their chance, waiting for others to catch up.

Never allow for temporary thoughts take over the permanence of your heart.

Alas, we found ourselves living in a broken world with sad souls but happy masks.

Those who try to break you, come shattered themselves.

She deserved her skies of rainbows, after the many storms her mind endured.

And suddenly days slowed down when I didn’t have you by me.

I’m simply a wildflower unaware of where I’ve come from, but allow me some sun and rain and see me bloom.

My love, we walk amongst a crowd of lonely hearts.

From the dark depths of my soul came an intense passion for prose.

Don’t worry about me for a queen not needs a king to rule.

You were always only ever meant to be just you, not what you think they wanted to have made of you.

I drown amongst those pretending to save me.

Fireworks feel different when the fire lives within.

Love wild, Love free, Because at the end of the day my darling, It’s just you and me.

Arguments that explain everything explain nothing.

How can I explain the difference to me between America and Russia? the America I’ve known is a place where men on horseback escort union marchers, the Russia I’ve known is a place where men on horseback slaughter young Socialists and Jews.

God doesn’t owe us an explanation for everything and actually what I’ve found is that explanations don’t comfort. What comforts is the presence of God, not the explanation of God.

Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don’t make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit.

The truth that we must finally confront is that Islam contains specific notions of martyrdom and jihad that fully explain the character of Muslim violence.

I love New York. It’s hard to explain, but it’s the energy of the city. It’s not like L.A. where everything is spread out.

Never complain. Never explain.

Bigotry has always been the poison of America, and we oughta do everything to eradicate it with no excuses or explanations.