[T]he very color of the air in the place I was born was different, the smell of the earth was special, redolent with memories of my parents.

Watch birth and death:The lotus has alreadyOpened its flower.

But facts, remembered or not, are all, alas, still facts

The average novel invariably reads like a detective's report. It is drab and tedious because it is never objective.

It is painfully easy to define human beings. They are beings who, for no good reason at all, create their own unnecessary suffering.

Reflection may be essential to a scholar, but it’s taboo in social intercourse.

People may make fun of me because I’m wearing something odd, but it’s still good to be alive.

It’s so unrewarding, being a woman.

Living as I do with human beings, the more that I observe them, the more I am forced to conclude that they are selfish.

There was nothing so very unfamiliar about the excitement she was feeling, and yet it felt always like a new excitement. It was, in other words, a perennially unfamiliar feeling.

Words are not meant to stir the air only: they are capable of moving greater things.

We were the ones on scene when everything went down. We weren't better. We weren't worse. We were just the ones standing in the blast radius.

Friendship cannot live with ceremony nor without civility.

We believe that the history of the world is but the history of His influence and that the center of the whole universe is the cross of Calvary.

I haven't turned into some rich monster. I've kept my perspective. But I am a bit spoiled. It's hard not to be a little spoiled by having a lot of money.

Nowhere at present is there such a measureless loathing of their country by educated people as in America.

Dada is like your hopes: nothing like your paradise: nothing like your idols: nothing like your heroes: nothing like your artists: nothing like your religions: nothing

As to how you'll help me," he says. "Well, we have met the Answer, have we not?" He turns back to look at us, his eyes glinting. "It's time for them to meet the Ask.

However depressed I may be I am not in the habit of giving up a project without having tried everything, even the 'impossible', to gain my end.

Christ's lordship is a blessed hope for some & a terrifying nightmare for others. Regardless of our response, it is an unalterable reality.

The reward is when you make the music, not when you get the medal.