When this flood blocks the road I am worried more by my soil getting washed, than by getting late to reach my destination.

Thank God, my name isn’t in the list of thosewho died or werekilled yesterday!

May this night come wearing drunk cloak of love, carrying passionate desires, and intoxication of love! Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that I do not see any dreams!

The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children's eyes.

Light jumping out of window is staring the dark from afar.

Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams he (life) continued to lie still, pretended as if he was in a deep slumber.

I salute my desires with a bow.were it not for them to come and playmind would be empty just like me.

I am gazing-- desires unaware of destiny frisk about my mindscape like children.

Desires stay unaware of man’s fragile existence authored by scarcity

Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.

Life’s mystery continued to trouble meA question came to my mind, is freedom dearer than life? or does it become easier to live when life becomes difficult?

Happiness is being famous for your financial ability to indulge in every kind of excess.

To pretend is to do nothing more than imagine life as something wonderful so that we don’t have to incur the pain that it takes to actually make life wonderful.

Oh, beloved, and there is nothing but shadowswhere you accompany me in your dreamsand tell me the hour of light.

Every time you practice a weakness, you feed it. And the things you feed grow in your life

When you're just writing, you can do anything with it. But with TV, you've gotta work within certain budget constraints, so you've got to pick and choose your battles.

The cost for the recipient of God’s grace is nothing, and no price could be higher for arrogant people to pay.

I've never been married and I've no more desire to be married now than I ever have. I hate bureaucracy and I am not religious.

Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.

How long have you known me, Jack? And you still don't know how to spell my name.

Where people really base their principles has nothing to do with the color of someone's skin, it has to do with money and their class.