Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.

If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband’s murder.

To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.

I love being in love, but I also love other things, like not being jealous, overly sensitive, or needy.

Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.

She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, “Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.

If I could bronze my love, it’d be worthy of a silver medal.

I love like I’m thirsty. Can I offer you a tall glass of Sahara sand?

I unwrapped my love for her like one might unwrap leftovers. Gotta eat up the old stuff first, as a cannibal might say in a retirement home.

We had an unspoken love for one another. Probably because she’d never talk to me or return my phone calls or texts.

I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death.

There is no success where there are no secrets.

Success without a successor is a failure

God will not come from Heaven to help us, but He’ll use the people around us for that

Loving God and people sets us free from the it’s all about me syndrome

Yajna is duty to be performed, or service to be rendered, all twenty-four hours of the day.

For us to think we can enjoy, understand and practice the Christian religion with just Matthew to Revelation is foolishness.

I believe novels can have secrets from their author, a notion I imagine would appall Nabokov.

Fourteen-year-old, why must you giggle and dote, Fourteen-year-old, why are you such a goat? I'm fourteen years old, that is the reason, I giggle and dote in season.

It hurts. I miss my kids. I miss my kids in so many ways that I can't explain.