
As quoted in "Perry prayed for bust results" in The Sun (17 August 2009) http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/bizarre/usa/2590921/Katy-Perry-used-to-pray-as-a-child-to-have-big-boobs.html
as quoted in Early Islamic Mysticism (New York: Paulist Press: 1996), p. 165
As quoted in "Perry prayed for bust results" in The Sun (17 August 2009) http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/bizarre/usa/2590921/Katy-Perry-used-to-pray-as-a-child-to-have-big-boobs.html
"The Orphan's Prayer", line 29; cited from Titus Strong (ed.) The Common Reader (Greenfield, Mass.: Denio & Phelps, 1819) p. 174.
1860s
Source: Letter to Harriet Seward http://www.bartleby.com/66/72/12272.html (1869)
“I cut my pubes last night. My hairs were getting longer than my penis.”
Stated at the beginning of his radio show on 13 September 2006.
“If dreams of flying are the last hope of freedom, I will pray for wings with my last breath.”
The Crippled God (2011)
Quoted in Owais Qarni and his love for Prophet, https://www.arabnews.com/node/930256/islam-perspective by Abu Tariq Hijazi, Arab News, (28 May 2016)
Source: The Dream of a Ridiculous Man (1877), V
Context: Alas! I always loved sorrow and tribulation, but only for myself, for myself; but I wept over them, pitying them. I stretched out my hands to them in despair, blaming, cursing and despising myself. I told them that all this was my doing, mine alone; that it was I had brought them corruption, contamination and falsity. I besought them to crucify me, I taught them how to make a cross. I could not kill myself, I had not the strength, but I wanted to suffer at their hands. I yearned for suffering, I longed that my blood should be drained to the last drop in these agonies. But they only laughed at me, and began at last to look upon me as crazy. They justified me, they declared that they had only got what they wanted themselves, and that all that now was could not have been otherwise. At last they declared to me that I was becoming dangerous and that they should lock me up in a madhouse if I did not hold my tongue. Then such grief took possession of my soul that my heart was wrung, and I felt as though I were dying; and then... then I awoke.
On her daily mantra in “Celia Paul on life after Lucian Freud: ‘I had to make this story my own’” https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2019/oct/27/celia-paul-self-portrait-memoir-interview-lucian-freud in The Guardian (2019 Oct 27)