There is no rain beyond the clouds; there is no humanity beyond the compassion!
Without dignity, identity is erased.
I had been writing professionally since 1988
I think authors can get into trouble viewing the subject matter as their turf
This self-respect and sense of self-worth, the innermost armament of the soul, lies at the heart of humanness; to be deprived of it is to be dehumanized, to be cleaved from, and cast below, mankind.
Honestly, I expected to get a cold reception because of my subject matter. But when editors took a look at the story I had to tell, and saw that this was not a parochial story at all, they really warmed to it
I've used a cellphone exactly twice. Things move on. The world changes. And I don't know it
But to look back from the stony plain along the road which led one to that place is not at all the same thing as walking on the road; the perspective to say the very least, changes only with the journey; only when the road has, all abruptly and treacherously, and with an absoluteness that permits no argument, turned or dropped or risen is one able to see all that one could not have seen from any other place.
Singing was my first love and I never even considered it after I started acting, but now I'm bringing it back into my life.
What is a man? What is a woman? Why are men and women attracted to each other? Why do they desire each other? Love. . . what is it?
Every beggar shall be arrested. But to arrest a beggar merely in order to put him in jail would be barbarous and absurd. He should be arrested for the sole purpose of teaching him how to earn a living by his work.