The strewn and tangled wreckage that litters our lives is the precious raw material from which great beginnings are forged.

To become a leader, renovate your mind with painting of peace and roof your heart with ceiling of love. No love, no leader!

My boyfriend likes to fuck my brains out on our kitchen island. Which tile would you recommend for that?

True compassion does not sit on the laps of renovation; it dives with an approach to reconstruction. Don't throw a coin at a begger. Rather, destroy his source of poverty.

It's called joining the property market - and it shits on war for stress

Songs remain. They last...A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.