So Einstein says, “The universe is always conspiring for your greatest good,” huh? If that were true, we wouldn’t be living here. Not in this broken time, not in this broken city, not on this broken planet with my broken Ziggy cross pieces. No. We’d be on our caravel ride through the stars. Together.

So each thought is like an invisible string, right? Grab one like this – ′ He acts like he’s pulling a long string from his forehead. ‘Then blow it in the wind and watch it float away. Keep doing that till your mind’s clear.

Your imagination is your safe space, an escape pod to another dimension where you’re free to be.

I'll leave Basra.... I don't fancy being kidnapped again.

Initially I was treated roughly. Once they knew I was a journalist, I was treated very well.

He takes my hand, traces some lines on my palms..."And maybe one day we won't have to come all the way up here to be safe, you know? Maybe one day we can stay...down here...you know?

They got it all wrong. They think they’re doing good with their fight and their ignorance and discrimination and all that. But really, they’re killing the earth with it.

He looks at me. And smiles. "Just us remember?To the moon," he whispers.

The things that scare you the most are the things that bring you closer to who you’re meant to be.

Warm chairs. I don't know, like I'm sitting on someone's leftover germs.