“As living examples of the same. Peace ends with the unraveling of individual hope and the emergence of the will to worship violence as a healer of private and social disease.”

Nation-building is never a ‘done deal’ confined to history already established.

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

At one end of the continuum known as history are first-time events that have generated notable measures of public recognition due to either a positive or negative impact.

A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasingly from one point of being to another

They both have a tendency to blur the lines of what we call norms, or established reality.

With something closer to love in its most empowering and healing sense.

Life possesses an amazing array of profoundly sad faces.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was a manifestation of hope that humanity might one day get out of its own way by finding the courage to realize that love and nonviolence

And to empower them to confront the worst in themselves in order to discover and claim the best in themselves.

And a hunger for meaning beyond the flavors that enter and exit the physical body. A person might even be described as a self-contained multiverse.

A man sitting monkey-like on the rooftop of his brain is due the applause such feats earn him.

The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.

Overall, my books represent a kind of shared communion and meditation with my fellow human beings.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

Humanity is not without answers or solutions regarding how to liberate itself from scenarios that invariably end with mass exterminations.

One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it.

Literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

Hastiness and superficiality are the psychic diseases of the 20th century, and more than anywhere else this disease is reflected in the press.

For us in Russia communism is a dead dog. For many people in the West, it is still a living lion.

Literature transmits incontrovertible condensed experience… from generation to generation. In this way literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

Her survival and thriving truth has been marred with black ties of words, intentions, behavior and presence.

I did all kinds of things in order to earn a living.