But silence is where victims dwell.

When sleep leaves the body like smoke and man, sated with secrets, drives the overworked nag of quarrel out of its stall, then the fire-breathing union begins anew . . .

World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--

Instead of a homeland I hold the metamorphoses of the world.

We breathed the air of freedom without knowing the language or any person.

We mothers rock into the heart of the world the melody of peace.

To me, a fairy tale seems to have become reality.

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

It turns out horrendous when you choose the wrong options.

I liberate minds with my music. That's more important than liberating a few people from apartheid or whatever.

Everyone is built for running.

God has spoken to me many times that my job is to love and his job is to heal.

People that were in my life for a long time turned sinister and tried to control me, and all kinds of weird stuff happened. But there was no conscience involved; that threw me more than anything.

I do think that really great music will divide people, and people will love and hate it at the same time.

If you want to live as a Christian, get comfortable with being uncomfortable.

I knew that if I concentrated on AdBrite, I could probably make a big company out of it.

Christians know that Christianity is simply extended training in dying early. That is what we have always been about.