I love many kinds of music: world music, jazz, classical, pop.

It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.

It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.

Egypt loved the lotus becuase it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved. Thus can something as insignificant as a name-two syllables, one high, one sweet- summon up the innumerable smiles, tears, sighs and dreams of a human life.

One of my great secrets was knowing I had the power to make her smile.

The more a daughter knows the details of her mother's life [...] the stronger the daughter.

He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.