Love is a free contract that begins with a spark and can end the same way.

You can't find someone who doesn't want to be found.

His lifetime was less than a fraction of a second in infinity. Or maybe he did not even exist; maybe human beings, the planets, everything in Creation were a dream...an illusion. He smiled with humility when he remembered.

In Venezuela, when I was living there, crime was growing. You couldn't feel safe anywhere. You couldn't leave your car in the street because it would be stolen. You coun't live in your house if you didn't have a high-security alarm system, because you would be burglarized seven times a week.

Twittering and blogging and all that is fine, but there is no idea of how to phrase something beautifully; how to use language to create an emotion. It's just passing information and sometimes very superficial information.

The names of persons and living creatures demand respect, because when we speak to them we touch their heart and become a part of thier life force.

How can one not speak about war, poverty, and inequality when people who suffer from these afflictions don't have a voice to speak?