We eat breads, and we eat it with butter.While some brothers, starve for water and leave near the gutter.

The feeling that i showed u. You took it for granted.The efforts that I made for u.You showed me like they were never counted.The love that I gave u.You act Like u never wanted.Strange

Faith is faith.

Perhaps it is the setting

It's a silence I know. The kind that's actually a sound so loud your brain doesn't know how to interpret it at first.

Don't mind her. She keeps her nose so high in the air, she's liable to drown in a good rainstorm.

What strange impulse is it which induces otherwise truthful people to say they like music when they do not, and thus expose themselves to hours of boredom?

Nirvikalpa samadhi is another matter. I don't feel that's really up to us. That happens at a certain time when our being has gone through countless changes and refinements.

A hungry man can't see right or wrong. He just sees food.

So much of life is happenstance. It makes me laugh when I go to a bookstore and see all those titles about controlling your life. You're lucky if you can control your bladder.

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.