And it seemed increasingly obvious that the world would have to topple if he was to attain the glory that was rightfully his. They were consubstantial: glory and the capsized world.

A father is a reality-concealing machine, a machine for dishing up lies to kids, and that isn't even the worst of it: secretly he believes that he represents reality.

The only people in this world I really trust are my fans - even if they do forget you so fast.

They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its heart without causing it distress.

This time, Fusako was able to express herself with fluency and candor. The bold letters she had been writing week after week had granted her an unexpected new freedom.

To Ryuji the smile seemed as brittle as fine glass crystal and very dangerous

There is a great need for a sarcasm font.

If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

When it comes to war, we focus more on the mainstream coverage of the event, rather than the event itself. People dying is never funny. Protest puppets are always funny.

For Pleasure, Delight, Peace and Felicity live in method and temperance.

So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.

Life is one big question when your starin at the clock.

I think a lot of people spend a lot of time talking about what they hate rather than what they love. I don't want to get trapped in that.

Untouchability, I hold, is a sin, if Bhagavadgita is one of our Divine Books.

Consider as sin any minute of life spent on something other than saving souls for eternity from this world doomed to destruction.

My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown