In short, for the murders of those I court, I bless the hour that holds your fall.

Your time has come to pick the road you walk in this tale.

Do not ask directions from the people around you. Ask directions from the person who called you.

We are all wounded. But wounds are necessary for his healing light to enter into our beings. Without wounds and failure and frustrations and defeats, there will be no opening for his brilliance to tickle in and invade our lives. Failures in life are courses with very high tuition fees, so I don't cut classes and miss my lessons: on humility, on patience, on hope, on asking others for help, on listening to God, on trying again and again and again.

‎"Freedom is fundamentally the possibility of standig on a street corner and shouting “There is no freedom here!

A gypsy girl approached Don Zana and Alfanhui and held out her tambourine. Don Zana said to her, 'You don't pay for art, kid.