A friend is another I.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't three lefts make a right? Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't two negatives make a positive?
Sooner or later,reality does occor and when it does, all the lies show up, like blood on snow.
I have my own story, and I love my story, but I know I can't tell it alone, not now. Because stories have centers, but they don't have edges. No boundaries.
It is not good to have TOO MUCH of anything.
But fear doesn't need doors and windows. It works from the inside.
I glance into the faces of all these people out for a Sunday stroll, but I'm not seeing eyes and noses and mouths. I'm seeing stories. Every person has a story. All the hopes and dreams. And fears. And secrets. In every face.
I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.
If you let a stupid to shape your country, you will surely get an amorphous country!
You [can] become part of someone else's narrative. Every once in a while I would get people asking me questions like, "If your husband is a Muslim, then why haven't you converted to Islam?" Interestingly enough, almost every person who asked me that was a Sunni, and it was their not-so-subtle way of implying that my Shiite husband was a bad Muslim for letting his infidel wife run around unconverted.
Of all cities in the United States I have seen, San Francisco is the most beautiful.