Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.

I'm not trying to be sexy or anything like that. I'm just being myself.

I've seen so much folly and stupidity on the part of our major philanthropic groups, including the world bank.I really have more confidence in building up the more capitalistic ventures like Costco.

The most personal is the most universal.

"We are all of us made up of several people, and we contain the potential for all possible futures."

"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."