We thought humble and proud at the same time, all at once in love again with this painful bittersweet lovely thing called flight.

If we want to end this lifetime higher than we began, we can expect an uphill road.

I don't think creativity is mine to maintain. It automatically comes when we declare that "I am an expression of life, and life will express itself through me in the most playful and wonderful of ways, if I let it."

You wait a lifetime to meet someone who understands you, accepts you as you are. At the end, you find that someone, all along, has been you.

Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. Being true to anyone else or anything else is not only impossible, but the mark of a fake messiah.

Dying is like diving into a deep lake on a hot day. There's the shock of that sharp, cold change, the pain of it for a second, and then accepting is a swim in reality. But after so many times, even the shock wears off.

When you dream, all the scenery, characters, events, perils, and outcomes are built from your own consciousness, the darks and oppressions as well as the delights. Same with the world awake, though it takes you longer to build it.