I threw tantrums, I acted stubborn, I was a pain sometimes, but I was still loved. In fact, I was their perfect even in my imperfection.

But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over.

It is hard to write it in words that I can read, that re-establishes the fact that has been haunting me for the past one year.

Every new day is a divine order.

The universe seems neither benign nor hostile, merely indifferent.

For me to go to America - which I find such a positive place - well, I took to it like a duck to water.

Again, most of the chief distinctions marked by economic terms are differences not of kind but of degree.

The book is an unbearable totality. I write against a background of facets.

I did a film called 'Fort McCoy,' based on a true story of one of the few internment camps during WWII that was actually in the United States.

The Beautiful chariots of kings wear out, This body too undergoes decay. But the Dhamma of the good does not decay: So the good proclaim along with the good.

I don't much believe in bumper sticker characterizations of foreign policy.

A new state, if it wants to join the European Union, has to apply to become a member of the European Union like any state.

If you see what is small as it sees itself, and accept what is weak for what strength it has, and use what is dim for the light it gives then all will go well. This is called Acting Naturally.