I will tell you a story, one I used to tell to a little boy with dark hair. A silent boy who rarely laughs, who listened more closely than I realized. A boy who had a name and not a title

They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things-if love can ever be called that.

Hope was tricky like water. Somehow it always found a way in.

I just know there's no way to live without pain - no matter how long or short your life is. People let you down. You get hurt and do damage in return.

Despise your heart. I wanted to. I didn't want to grieve anymore, to feel loss or guilt, or worry. I wanted to be hard, calculating. I wanted to be fearless.

Abruptly, Adrik snarled, 'I'm glad Sergei's dead. I'm just sorry I didn't get to wring his neck myself.''You'd need two hands for that, ' said

The names they gave were false ones, though the vows they made were true.

Do you think I could have come to you again and again, if you had been less alone?You called me and I answered

We should be blessings to others as believers

If by studying Bhagavad-gītā one decides to surrender to Kṛṣṇa, he is immediately freed from all sinful reactions.

I believe that if children fall in love with wildlife they will grow up wanting to protect it.

I am very much interested in the so-called useless object. I mean, it takes perfect craftsmanship, beautiful material carefully measured and crafted, but at the same time it’s really useless.

How many amoebas does it take to screw in a light bulb? One, no two! No four! ...no eight!

When I played, I had a natural ability to jump and run, and I just wanted to get bigger and heavier.

A friend of mine is in a long-distance relationship. They have dates on Skype. They'll both watch the same movie and...play.

Most foreign policies that history has marked highly, in whatever country, have been originated by leaders who were opposed by experts.

They said playing basketball would kill me. Well, not playing basketball was killing me.

Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.