Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck.

The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.

I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.

In life, it's best not to take anything for free - unless it's from someone who wishes you well.

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

A dream is a telegram from the hidden world...Only a fool or an illiterate person ignores it.