You will be surprised how much punishment the human body can take, if there is enough will – or faith.

There is nothing in the world which an artist cannot recreate into something poetic, ennobling. And why do we read these things? They are not facts, they do not improve our business skills, our techniques...

Sometimes you look at yourself in the mirror, any mirror, and you wonder why that nose looks as it does, or those eyes–what is behind them, what depths can they reach. Your flesh, your skin,...

Time will come that all that we love, we will eventually lose, and all that we hate we will eventually face.

Ubi boni, malum prosperat (Where good men are silent, evil prospers)

No man stops caring as long as he breathes. As long as he has a mind and memory, he will care. This is what separates us from the animals. We have feelings.

I am a commuter, not between the city and the village, although I do this frequently; not between the inane idealism of the classroom and the stifling reality beyond it, which I must do for...

Duty comes in many forms; at times duty to country may conflict with duty to family. Yet, with a lucid mind the guises can be torn away and in the end, duty becomes but one,...

The obscenities of this country are not girls like you. It is the poverty which is obscene, and the criminal irresponsibility of the leaders who make this poverty a deadening reality. The obscenities in this...

I was shocked at the revelation of her vaulting ambition, her greed. I should have loathed her or, knowing what kind of a person she was, I should have realized the futility of any personal...

Only with steadfast memories can we now be strong so as to undo the mistakes of the past, to begin anew and build from the rubble of their betrayal…

We write from life and call it literature, and literature lives because we are in it.

Perhaps, this is what love has always been, whether it is for a woman of for a cause — the readiness to give and not ask for anything in return, the unquestioning willingness to lose...

Literature suffers because writers give their books to colleagues who will then write glowing reviews or saccharine introductions.