This boy is dead now, I knew it before taking him in my arms, I can remember his face, his suffering, his voice.

I want my boys to have an understanding of people's emotions, their insecurities, people's distress, and their hopes and dreams.

What must it be like for a little boy to read that daddy never loved mummy?

WHo are you? Why am I against this wall? Why won't my arms move? Where's Buttercup ?

I don't go by the rule book... I lead from the heart, not the head.

The greatest problem in the world today is intolerance. Everyone is so intolerant of each other.