I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy. I would use my strength instead to nurture my belief that my life would unfurl uniquely.

Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.

A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

A dream is a telegram from the hidden world...Only a fool or an illiterate person ignores it.

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.