Unraveling life lessons from just the past few years would take many more years. Lessons unlearned would pass with me, when I went through that door, to be completed in some future lifetime.

Like Salvador Dali’s paintings of watches melting in the sand, time wanders at its own curious pace whenever you’re on vacation in a foreign country.

Find a way to learn something from every disappointment.

Barely halfway back, exhaustion sets in. What if I don’t make it? An edge of panic gets intercepted by a calmer inner voice: Look behind you.

Out here on the water, it’s a fine line between feeling in control and losing it altogether.

Instead of falling, I am dancing with the wind.

Flip a coin. Life or death. Heads or tails. You never know.

If there’s a takeaway from working here, it’s an understand that, as bioorganisms, we are a walking time bomb programed for cellular self-destruction. Not if, when.

Lucid dreams often feel like this—as if you are observing yourself from a point over your shoulders-arm flexed, hands curving around the boom, breathing, in three dimensional silence.

There are two kinds of special events: planned and unplanned.

Inside, my spirit is sparkling like foam on the crest of a wave at high tide under a full moon.

Discount my partiality, but my report is that so far The Winds of War is looking good.

Great warriors, like great earthquakes, are principally remembered for the mischief they have done.

The primary conception of tennis is to get the ball over the net and at the same time to keep it within bounds of the court; failing this, within the borders of the neighborhood.

Friends that I value most are people who would essentially use physical violence against me at a time when I seem to be teetering on the edge.

It is impossible, in principle, to explain any pattern by invoking a single quantity.

Faced with intolerance and hatred, no debate is possible.

I've almost lost several times but come through that. Being able to play your way through the tournament is really able to help.

You play the golf course just like you played it in your practice rounds and you stick to your game plan and just try to get whatever you can out of it.

The Bhakta (devotee) renounces all little loves for the almighty and omnipresent love.

In fiction I think we should have no agenda but to tell the truth.