But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us

News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens.