How did thie person-someone I'd imagined would be my polar opposite-always seem to find the things that would make me the happiest?

America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you'll wake up to my kisses every morning.

Love is beautiful fear

Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.

True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.

I hope you find someone you can't live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them.

It's always the fear of looking stupid that stops you from being awesome.

Vehemently denying something always implies guilt.

It's amazing how photography can capture just a split second of something exquisite.

Live your life. Be happy as you can be, let go of the things that don't matter, and fight.

P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.

What you did was not only very kind, but brave and honorable.

We think because we have words, not the other way around. The more words we have, the better able we are to think conceptually.

The heart is heaviest when it’s emptyand lightest when it’s full

Smile and smile often. Smile regularly. Smile when you don't feel like it and you will feel like it when you smile.

I'm not good with bullies and zealots.

A well known Los Angeles newspaper referred to a small group of gentlemen who live up on a mountain and practice Zen as 'the Zen cult'. The cult phenomenon is definitely journalistically 'in'.

In my 39 years on this earth, the Holy city of Makka had been the first time I had ever stood before the Creator of all and felt like a complete human being

I sometimes wonder what those of us who are writers would become in a nonliterary culture - storytellers? Hermits?

I chose to devote the lion's share of my time to my personal growth and to my family. I reconnected with the part of me that I had left behind.