It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

...And in freedom, most people find sin.

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

You are tougher to kill than Steven Seagal...

There is very hard bonding between Tears and Rain, often both falls together in Happiness and in Pain'' -Samar Sudha

When life is tough or even unbearable and we want to give up, God will send us a partner to help us make the journey - 1 Kings 19 & Luke 1:39 - 56

Lincoln was not a good impromptu speaker; he was at his best when he could read from a carefully prepared manuscript, though maybe a teleprompter could have helped that!

The others don't like my interviews. And frankly, I don't care much for theirs.

I am the last Englishman to rule in India.

I wish that more and more adventurous young men would give up the gun in favour of the camera.

I felt like a piece of trash. I felt dirty and I felt used and I was disappointed.

It is great that soccer can unite people for one day. It is something politics has often tried, and we were able to do it today. All people became brothers.

A politician who climbs high over the bodies of the slain is described as vile or great according to the degree of his success.