I am a neighbour king to stretch my branches over him, just as Toghrul sheltered me when I was a weed-stalk next to a strong tree.

The glue between the horn that pushes and the sinew that pulls. The glue gets ignored, but you know, Ahai, up to half of a bow is glue. I suspect Ogodoi is the son I can least afford to lose.

The animals haven't split apart into what they think and what they feel. They are whole and trust in their instincts.

In the rare air of that altitude he forgot he was he. One way or another that was the aim of life. Shamans flew outside the self in ecstasy. Other people found love, or causes.

Tchingis, if you determine this is to be so, who can withstand you? You are poetry after an ugly day, and heal wounds I didn't know I had.

Such coincidences were the rhymes that God wrote into fate, his chords of music.

He only knows a single thing to clasp, that like God can't be split up into pieces: our honesty to one another.

We fill too many gutters while we argue unimportant points and confuse issues.

Youth is above all a collection of possibilities.

Evil is only imperfection, that which is not complete, which is becoming, but has not yet found its end.

English clubs are very exclusive. I played Royal Foxshire and they made me wear a suit and tie. . . in the shower.

I figured if Allah had wanted us up that early, He wouldn't have invented noon.

People may be in awe of perfection, but they warm to humanity.

Don't go chasing after butterflies, when everything you want is right by your side.

Through waves and clouds and storms His power will clear your way; Wait for his time; the darkest night Shall end in brightest day.

There is no magic on earth strong enough to wipe out the legacies of one's parents.

Those who claim to have had happy lives seem to be silly fools.