God creates us free, free to be selfish, but He adds a mechanism that will penetrate our selfishness and wake us up to the presence of others in this world, and that mechanism is called suffering.

We read to know that we are not alone.

Today begins my walk with you. Where you go, I go. Where you stay, I stay. When you sleep, I will sleep. When you rise, I will rise. I will pass my days within the sound of your voice, and my nights within the reach of your hand. And none shall come between us. - Manth Vow

There is this notion that the lives of the comfortable-off middle class don't merit being treated seriously and with compassion.

I am as I am. The world is as it is. Whether I am content with that has very little to do with it.

My study is a converted garage which is largely lined with bookshelves and cardboard boxes filled with manuscripts of my film scripts, plays and books.

Why should I be honored? Don't I have enough attention, comfort and power already?