Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.

One thing is that [Tibetans] should not give up hope. That's - even [if] it lasts a century. My discussions with the Dalai Lama always were about that.

If God exists, how can we lay claim to freedom, since He is its beginning and its end?

Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.

Indifference is the sign of sickness, a sickness of the soul more contagious than any other.

I remember when I heard the words "Biblical criticism" in my town, it was with disdain: "Biblical criticism? How dare you?".

God made (human beings) because he loves stories.