An evil brute grows strong and now is on the verge of crossing over from the island to the world you know. His name is Hubal, and his strength grows as your world’s lightness folds.

Hope had only revealed herself to him when he was immersed in darkness

The sword of Zulfiqar is a perfect fusion of power and function

He was everyone and every living creature in one ecstatic motion.

He was going to embrace love every day. He would appreciate the world every hour. And he will believe in God every second

The only wealth that mattered was affinity and generosity. Affinity towards oneself and generosity towards the world itself.

Leadership was not an act of bravery but rather forbearance and the strength to move forward with humility in the belief of what is righteous

Mourning was really for the living.

His transcendent sense of worth had risen and caught up to him. He did not like the world he lived in, and the people in it. He was just as much a victim as he was a culprit of the seven deadly sins.

He had found riches beyond worldly imagination. He had found the never ending well of love.

Interpreting dreams for Iranians was just as much a sacrament as reading coffee cups was for Turks

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

Heaven is the natural spaciousness of our mind before we make it small with self-protection.

You were...are...what I heard. Every note.

What bothers you isn't so much whether you're beautiful or not. What bothers you is the way that people stare.

The '90s were really just bad for fashion and hair.

One use of dreams is that, unprejudiced by our often forced and artificial reflections, they represent the impartial outcome of our entire being.

There is no peace more wonderful than the peace we enjoy when faith shows us God in all created things.

I think if you come straight on honest as much as you can, eventually that turns into success. Maybe not as quick as you'd like.

I had the luck that my parents educated me in three languages. With my mother I spoke Dutch, with my father Italian, and in the school I learned German. But my host language is Italian.

Can true function arise from basic dysfunction?