I am not a book collector, and I am not fussy about particular editions. As long as the words are there I don't mind.

Madness has no sense of humour

It can be a little difficult to command attention when surrounded by lunatics.

The world is a room of heavy furniture. Eventually you are allowed to leave.

Faith is a firm assurance.

The purpose of four incarnative existence is the evolution of the soul. It is to learn, grow and become master of our own life.

Childhood friends are continuity, uninterrupted connections between selves, and you hold on them. You hold on them and you love them, but sometimes they're not quite comfortable.

Genius, in one respect, is like gold; numbers of persons are constantly writing about both, who have neither.

Meanwhile, fears of universal disaster sank to an all time low over the world.

I figure I basically am a ghost. I think we all are.

People talk about generating my own work, but I don't really know how to go about that. There are certainly some roles in the theater I'd like to play but I don't know if I'll ever get to do it.

People of dua are optimistic by definition. They know that dua and thoughts like 'unlikely' or 'impossible' don't coexist.

I never pile a plate to the point where it overflows. I'd rather have a small plate with small portions and then get up for more if I'm still hungry.

If we don't believe in moral absolutes and then we get into a cultural-political debate, how are we going to win?