There's only one place I want to go and it's to all the places I've never been.

Giving is the gateway to heaven.

Music is, for me, like a beautiful mosaic which God has put together. He takes all the pieces in his hand, throws them into the world, and we have to recreate the picture from the pieces.

Change is never convenient. I'm talking about acceptance here. Don't be misguided into thinking change is going to be easy. If you're facing change then you're challenging a norm, your norm. You've ad...

Today I prayed for Boston, for America, my home away from home. Today, I realized how lucky we Sri Lankans are to have peace in our country. How I feel today, hearing of the bombs going off in the cit...

I slept under the moonlight and set my soul free, caged within jars like fireflies".

Be nice to the environment. Be nice to animals. Be nice to people. If you do that, you will leave a mark on the world.

Have the courage to walk away, those that value you will want you back, & those that do not won't hold you back.

I do believe that characters in novels belong to their writers and their readers pretty equally. I've learned a lot of things about the characters I write from people who read about them. Readers expa...

Whatever your dreams may be, never dismiss them as impossible. Always hope. Always try. You just never know when things will happen.

To live on a day-to-day basis is insufficient for human beings; we need to transcend, transport, escape; we need meaning, understanding, and explanation; we need to see over-all patterns in our lives....

My fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.

Simply racing a Formula 1 car is an achievement.

Nobody who ever gave his best regretted it.

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dre...

Tis true what Hemingway says--if we're lucky enough to live our dreams in youth, as Ernest Hemingway did in 1920's Paris and I did with the Beat poets, then youth's dreams become a moveable feast you...

The author tells a story wherein a missionary friend of his was invited by unbelievers on a train ride to play cards. The friend declined, saying that he did not bring his hands with him. He explained...

Sometimes the imagination could be even crueler than the bone saw.

Sometimes one feels suddenly doomed by fate.

SITTING TIGHT? Holing up? Waiting for answers? Those are things I'm not good at. Planning a massive attack against mechanical geeky-like things when i was already furious and itching to kill something...