Kavita’s arms are still outstretched, but they hold nothing. After the metal gate clangs shut behind them, Kavita can still hear Usha’s piercing wail echoing inside.

Not only was it impossible to truly belong in America, but he didn't fit in here anymore either. He was a dweller of two lands, accepted by none.

Americans are so tightly wound, the way they kill themselves to get ahead. It's no way to live, I tell you.

That things are "status quo" is the catastrophe.

I was taught a lot of Bible at home and had a voracious appetite for reading the Bible.

There is no clear distiction between white supremacy and the multicultual mindset.

OPTION PARALYSIS: The tendency, when given unlimited choices, to make none.

Adventurer: he that goes to meet whatever may come. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another.

That is basically me, and although I have done many things in my life - conducting, playing piano, and so on - what is fundamental is my being a composer.

The worst slave owners were those who were kind to their slaves

If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale

Be personal. Be relevant. Be specific.

I am not devaluing thoughts. Just do not mix up what we think with what actually is.