Only Jesus can complete.

During the prayers of the day, there was one less “amen”.

This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.

Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer.

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!

I found that when it hurt, sometimes the most effective response was to feel the pain rather than wish it away or pretend it was not there.

I don’t know what more to say... I did not follow up in the days to come. I did not, I did, I should, I could... Just like that, I let that entire ordeal go.

Reflection is a good thing. It allows us to look back in time so we can connect the dots between specific memories to reveal the purpose and meaning behind synchronistic events.

The crowd makes the ballgame.

Istanbul is inspiring because it has its own code of architecture, literature, poetry, music.

I went to the doctor and he said I had acute appendicitis, and I said compared to who?

I constantly doubt myself. I only feel confident in front of the camera.

My nephew's always crying. I'm like, 'Dude, why are you crying? Your life is great. All you do is eat apple sauce and take dumps. That's your day.

The man of impure speech is a person whose lips are but an opening and a supply pipe which hell uses to vomit its impurities upon the earth.

Swaraj is our birthright. No one can deprive us of it unless we forfeit it ourselves.

My personal sense of humor is edgy, I would say more cable-like: words you're not allowed to say, ideas that the majority of people might say, "That's too risqué for me."

Bilingualism for the individual is fine, but not for a country.