“Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me and then show me the place where he was hanged.”

“His little hand is on my heart.
He's got me where it hurts me.
Knock, knock. Who's there in this baby?
You know how to work me.
All my barriers are going.
It's starting to show.”

“I want to be in a relationship where you telling me you love me is just a ceremonious validation of what you already show me.”

“Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?”

“If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.”

“Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?”

“Please, see to it that mercy is not imposed on me. I want to show that through me, Gandhiji’s non-violence is being hanged.”

“Tell me where it hurts, she'd say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where.

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.”

“If a person tells me he has been to the worst places I have no reason to judge him; but if he tells me it was his superior wisdom that enabled him to go there, then I know he is a fraud.”

“Who was she? Who was my mother? Tell me where she is. Take me to her.”