To a Buddhist, contradictions only exist in a mind that has been forced to cultivate them.

There are plenty of brilliant people who are too stressed out to read challenging literary novels.

To a Buddhist, contradictions only exist in a mind that has been forced to cultivate them.

When you notice light seeping into your coffin, it's hard to go on pretending that you're still dead.

I think it is immensely difficult to get the U.S. interested in non-U.S. topics. I dont think this is because the average American reader is disinterested, but more because of publishers playing it safe: if a thriller based in L.A. is a sure winner, why spend money plugging one based in Paris - or Bangkok?

You don't understand. I only prostitute the part of the body that isn't important, and nobody suffers except my karma a little bit. I don't do big harm. You prostitute your mind. Mind is seat of Buddha. What you do is very very bad. You should not use your mind in that way

It is quite amazing how hard the subconscious works when it is made to understand that this life is not a rehearsal, there is no safety net and no assurance of any final closure. It is also quite appalling to realize how catatonic the imagination can become when we hedge our bets, opt for the safer direction at every fork in the path.