To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

I'm young as morning and fresh as dew. Everybody loves me and so do you.

Because of technological breakthroughs, the society will need fewer and fewer unskilled laborers.

The love of the family, the love of one person can heal. It heals the scars left by a larger society. A massive, powerful society.

Moderation in all things. And even moderation in moderation. Don't get too much moderation, you know?

I refuse to allow any man-made differences to separate me from any other human beings.

In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.