“Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.”

Believe in the rainbow, rather than a wild storm.

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

Embrace those storms that lead you to your waves of dreams.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

Scars are lessons which reveal your true way.

Incomplete phases are still attractive, so do your brave heart.

Oh darling, melt your own soul with flames of self love.

Accept the storm before you expect the rainbow.

Be a calm wave in your ocean of chaos.

Plant seeds of self love in the soil of your heart.

An hopeful soul is an art of miracles.

Be a firefly in the world of fake butterflies.

Oh darling, grab a bit of courage to turn your scars into art.

Fashion changes, but style endures.

We need to change the power structure in America, we need to end the political oligarchy.

When you want to change things, you can’t please everyone. If you do please everyone, you aren’t making enough progress.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

Books are a form of political action. Books are knowledge. Books are reflection. Books change your mind.

The election is not just about the economy, climate change, education and health care. This is about whether we retain American democracy.

Freedom is not a state; it is an act.

I have skills like a panther, and I am going to change my destiny with it.