The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.

Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.

Foisting an identity on people rather than allowing them the freedom and space to create their own is shady.

The truth is usually left for us to hunt and gather independently, if we are so inclined.

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

I have never bought into the idea that blood is thicker than water. Love and respect are meant to be earned from our children, our spouses, our families, and our friends.

When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

While America will always, I think, feel foreign to me, New York City is my home. This is where I can construct my own identity freely and reject labels imposed on me.

Hard work only pays off when it meets the right plan of action.

The fact that a knight is temporarily on the edge of the board is of no great significance.

I don't look at my life too much. I'm always looking forward, not backward.

Ive never met a popcorn ball I didnt like.

I thought kissing was good with girls, but I always thought you know it probably could be better, so there was nothing really.

I get a thrill meeting kids who are into alternative music.

Story of our species...everyone knows it's coming, but not so soon.

The transcendental knowledge of devotional service is digested by the engyme of humility.

Transformed people transform people.

I been through some junk. It ain't all been peaches and cream.