My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.

The functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Where there is cake, there is hope. And there is always cake.

Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.

Only once in a generation does anything as fresh as a vomiting detective come along.

The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.

Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

Any drunk who has tried to put his car where a lamppost stands is a self-educated physicist.

Given my heritage and the ordeal of my childhood, I sometimes wonder why I myself am not insane. Maybe I am.

We are all unique, but we are also a part of the common body of humanity. With harmony, love, kindness, and compassion we can live together in joy and happiness.

I handle wisdom only after I just looked down, listened to and understood.

But I don't want more things than I need, either.

I'm less amazed with your success and more with how you remain unaffected by what it brings with it.

When you hear music, after it's over, it's gone, in the air. You can never capture it again.

Hopefully, some day I help some of this up-and-coming talent and promote them. Boxing is growing and is here to stay.

You don't want people to think you're just writing stories for children about a pig in a tutu.

I didn't even think about suggesting he take the boots off. There'd probably be a apocalypse or something.

The Lord grant we may all be tillers of the soil.

Many people would say that A Tibetan monk, even in Lhasa, may be free while the ruler of China may not be free.