“I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.”

I loved each and every one of your faces.

Tear me open and rest inside me.

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

For once I want to be something that lasts.

I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.

I am unbearably human.

The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.

Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.

Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.

I’ve got nothing left to give but I keep digging deeper.

Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.

Living is not living when I am living without you.

Hope lingers like a moon.

I turn moments into poetry.

Only a fool would let his enemy teach his children.

Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.

Together we can change the lives of many children.

The greatest invention in the world is the mind of a child.

Children have their rights denied every single day. We want to build a world where every child is in school and learning, safe from harm and able to fulfill their potential, and we know you do too. It’s time to put children back on the agenda.

The education of all children, from the moment that they can get along without a mother’s care, shall be in state institutions.

If a mother can kill her own child – what is left for me to kill you and you to kill me – there is nothing between.

History will judge us by the difference we make in the everyday lives of children.