“Let it be known that I was born to be free.”

He pondered, what would make them believe in me? And God created women.

Honey, you are a rose.

A creature lives deep within, rotting far beneath my skin. Touch the pain inside of me, just to let my heart be free.

I was born from nature therefore, I am art.

For my own sanity, I must love myself in an obsessive and urgent manner. My life depends on it. I am healing.

With all the secrets and lies you keep. Your beauty is only skin deep. Vamp.

Everything intensifies during a full moon. Your edge creeps up slowly on the awaiting shore.

Because of her, I know unconditional love. Because of him, I have learned to forgive. Life lessons from mom and dad.

If I can inhale I can speak up.

I am filled with mirth at my own rebirth.

Leave all hurt in the past to let love in. Hopeful. Don’t block your blessings.

You don’t need him. Bloom baby, bloom.

Even the prettiest rose wilts.

What a privilege to be a woman.

But you’re acting like a weed.

A rose with her thorns is still a rose.

By education I am an Englishman, by views an internationalist, by culture a Muslim and a Hindu only by accident of birth.

Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.

You are a child of the moon darling born from light.

A female salmon lays three thousand eggs a year – and has yet to receive a Mother’s Day card from one of them.

Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins.

All true knowledge of God is born out of obedience.

Don’t tell your kids you had an easy birth or they won’t respect you. For years I used to wake up my daughter and say, ‘Melissa you ripped me to shreds. Now go back to sleep.’.

I love Madrid. I am happy to be here. I have been here three years and hope to be here longer. But I am proud of where I come from and never forget the people I grew up with.