We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.

Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

If you love somebody, tell them.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination.

There's no more secure investment in the next generation than your prayers for your children!

From the back came an unearthly, satisfied chuckle. All I could see in the rearview mirror was a dark shadow with red goat-slitted eyes. Fear slithered throu

Politics is the science of who gets what, when, and why.

We need trust among allies and partners. Such trust now has to be built anew.

The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.

A materialistic person is ruthless with other people but kind to himself. A spiritual person is ruthless with himself but kind to everybody else.

When our bed is made, it's covered in 40 pillows-like we're stockpiling ammo for the global pillow fight.

Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.

You are some kind of a mystery suspended between two eternities. And in that moment, when a mind looks out at a world and asks the question, ‘What is it?’ In that moment art can be created.