“A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride—and spaces—the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it’s yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat’s others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.”

“Kamand, die every dayso you rememberto live.”

“Retrospect: the sweetener of life.”

“People don’t remember lessons. They remember stories.”

“Don’t worry if you don’t accomplish everything in this life. Fortunately, death overcomes every thing—even the very thing that tried to kill us.”

“To be wise means to know when to stay silent.”

“You might just find God in a mirror one day.”

“There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.”

“I think whenever there’s potential for beauty, beauty can be found. And everything has potential for beauty.”

“You are not who you think.You're not even the thinker.You are the one conscious of the thought.”

“A man's shortcoming lies in the belief that he must always assert his manliness. A woman's shortcoming lies in the belief that she must always repress it.”