There's a condensed softness about the Albanian people, and I've witnessed examples of their hospitality.

In the end we're all searching for our home, that one place where we belong.

I just don't know how to stitch words in a predictable way sometimes. It's a weird instinct I've developed.

I know that there's this one Albanian myth that's always reflected on, and I think it reflects on the actual core culture. That myth is called The Besa. B-E-S-A. The Besa is a word that Albanians use to mean avow, but it's such a strong promise, that even past death, one cannot break that promise. It is unfathomable. So if you give someone your besa, life or death, heaven or hell, you have to fulfill that besa.

I feel like I try not to limit myself. So every experience so far, I've just gone headlong into.

My children's books are written on the belief that every child has a talent and a passion. Each story unfolds into an adventure of nurturing that confidence until a passion blooms.

As a poet and as an actress, we're taught to be far more elaborate with our words and - I wouldn't say generalize, but definitely stronger with our choices.