The Buddhist version of poverty is a situation where you have nothing to contribute.

I want people to know there is more to Somalia than looting and piracy.

I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.

My parents have been married forty-two years. I wonder how many of those were happy.

Once the travel bug bites, there is no known antidote.

George Harrison's passing was really sad, but it does make the afterlife seem much more attractive.

Now, what sort of person would write a scene where a young man stumbles upon a castle full only of beautiful young women? Answer: ME!