It sounds to me, dear, as if your satirist is a bit like a monk. They both take a rather dim view of the world, and both try to do something abou

History was a way to live extra lives, to cheat the limits of flesh and blood, to roll the rock back from the tomb and free the resurrected dead.

You see, dear—I think there are two types of people in the world. Those who divide the world up into two kinds of people... and those who don't.

The saddest line you scraped in your diary was not that you cried but those moments when we both shared smile.

Do you know what we call opinion in the absence of evidence? We call it prejudice.

People will listen to you when you become the ‘Embodiment of Love’ [Prem Swaroop]. When can you become the ‘Embodiment of Love’? When you do not look for laws or rules

I believe in justice and truth, without which there would be no basis for human hope

When we think too much about the opinions of others, we are letting them edit a book God has written.

Remember always that you have not only the right to be an individual; you have an obligation to be one.

Life is nothing but an occassional burst of laughter rising above the interminable wail of grief.

Probably not needing to be published would give me more time to think about a book.

You can chose if you want to be imagined or remembered.

The most important thing was that time had passed, pouring thousands of soothing seconds across the island. People need time to deal with the now before it runs away and becomes the then.