I love great journalism. I appreciate it. I love good news stories. I love great books. I love great articles. I appreciate them so much, and they've been part of my education as a woman.

The sun doesn't lose its beauty when covered by the clouds. The same way your beauty doesn't fade when being covered by Hijab

Different is good. When someone tells you that you are different, smile and hold your head up and be proud.

Every day we choose who we are by how we define ourselves.

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

I've realized that being happy is a choice.

I love to put on lotion. Sometimes I'll watch TV and go into a lotion trance for an hour. I try to find brands that don't taste bad in case anyone wants to taste me.

I know my children will never have to say, 'Mom died of ovarian cancer.'

If I make a fool of myself, who cares? I'm not frightened by anyone's perception of me.

I'm odd looking. Sometimes I think I look like a funny muppet.

I've been reckless, but I'm not a rebel without a cause.

Life is not something that happens to us, Life happens through us.

Don't stand in the way of your own light. Let yourself shine as you were meant to shine, for only you can.

But when you are embodied in a location, in a physical plant, in a set of people, and in a common history, that constrains your evolution and your ability to evolve in certain directions.

When you choose sin the baggage that comes with it is error.

I started in Martial Arts with my father when I was 4 years old. I guess I started because my two older brothers and mom trained so it was what our whole family did for fun.

It would not be foolish to contemplate the possibility of a far greater progress still.

The biggest thing I remember is that there was just no transition. You hit the ground diapering.

It is only blood that can wash away such an outrage; die or kill.

Go cherish your soul; express companions; set your habits to a life of solitude; then will the faculties rise fair and full within.

Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion.