Time will bring to light whatever is hidden; it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor.

It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed.

The years as they come bring many agreeable things with them; As they go, they take many away

To outsiders, you are seen as a shining light. You are seen as a beacon.

But there was no sign of the bomb in the market. Like all other tragedies, it had been covered up; the market had gone into a huddle of concrete and commerce around the blast, paving over the scars like a jungle coming back over a burnt field

It was about taking the show and shining a different light on it. Each monologue was like a separate jewel that I helped thread into a necklace.