Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane

Love knows no difference between life and death The one who gives you a reason to live is also the one who takes your breath away

Love cannot be seeded into someone. It is a fire that is difficult to kindle but once it takes on, it is equally difficult to extinguish.

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.

When nothing was, then God was there, Had nothing been God would have been; My being has defeated me, Had I not been, what would have been.

The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.

The world is no more than the Beloved's face. And the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

For how tiny the world, This ant's egg-and the sky!

You can have the coolest job in the world, but it only seems cool until you get sick of it.

The day that we've been fearing is upon us.

The sane man knows that he has a touch of the beast, a touch of the devil, a touch of the saint, a touch of the citizen. Nay, the really sane man knows that he has a touch of the madman.

What defines someone's music taste is their teens and early 20s. It's that combination of your sexual awakening and the music of the time, it fixes you forever.

You've gotten so caught up in being alone that you're afraid of what might happen if you actually find someone else that can take you away from it.

God welcomes genuine service, and that is the service of a soul that offers the bare and simple sacrifice of truth; but from false service, the mere display of material wealth, He turns away.

There are moments where you stop living, if you stop changing, and if you stop seeking growth of some sort.

There's really only three things you can write music about: girls, cars and surfing.

Science fiction is hard to define because it is the literature of change and it changes while you are trying to define it.