Art is the suitcase of history, carrying the essentials. Art is the life buoy of history. Art is seed, art is memory, art is vaccine.
And that wasn't the end of it. There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God, as if Ultimate Reality, as if the sustaining frame of existence, were something weak and helpless. Thes...
And so, when she first heard of Hare Krishnas, she didn't hear right. She heard Hairless Christians, and that is what they were to her for many years. when I corrected her, I told her that in fact she...
A világ nem egyszerűen olyan, amilyen. Olyan, amilyennek felfogjuk, nem? S azzal, hogy valamit felfogunk, valamit hozzá is teszünk, nem igaz? Nem válik-e ettől történetté az élet is?
A very long sentence, anchored in solid nouns, with countless subordinate clauses, scores of adjectives and adverbs, and bold conjunctions that launched the sentence in a new direction--besides unexpe...
A dolgok nem úgy alakultak, ahogy kellett volna, de mit tehet az ember? Úgy kell fogadnunk az életet, ahogy jön, és amennyire lehet, ki kell hoznunk belőle a legjobbat.
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But...
I'll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so mus...
It's a misery peculiar to would-be writers. Your theme is good, as are your sentences. Your characters are so ruddy with life they practically need birth certificates. The plot you've mapped out for t...
عليك أن تجري تعديلات إذا ما كنت تريد النجاه. الكثير يصبح مستهلكاً, تحصل على سعادتك حيث يمكن. تصل إلى نقطه تكون فيها في قاع الجحيم, و مع ذلك تجلش متكاتفاً و ابتسامه تعلو وجهك, شاعراً أنك أكثر الناس حظا...
Красивая и печальная. Ведь она навсегда расставалась с Индией - с ее жарой и муссонами, рисовыми полями и рекой Каувери, с ее побережьями и каменными храмами, воловьими упряжками и разноцветными фурго...
Seem to bear flowers or
In fact she was not so wrong; that Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in th...
Communion with God in the middle of bags of flour
[T]o be a castaway is to be caught up in grim and exhausting opposites.
You might have noticed that I have been sending you used books. I have done this not to save money, but to make a point which is that a used book, unlike a used car, hasn't lost any of its initial val...
You may be astonished that in such a short period of time I could go from weeping over the muffled killing of a flying fish to gleefully bludgeoning to death a dorado. I could explain it by arguing th...
You can keep your sweaty, chatty Son to yourself.
Without a driver this bus is lost. Our lives are over. Come aboard if your destination is oblivion - it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat, if you want. But it'...
Within the limits of their nature, they make do with what they have.