Age cannot limit him, nor use exhaust his infinite mendacity.

Who can control his fate? asks the ruined Othello. No one, indeed. But everyone controls his option, chooses his alternative.

Kabhi tere shehar se guzarein toh parr lena inney, Maine hawaon pe apne kuch safarname likhe hain..

In case you’re not bright enough to figure it out, there’s a real upside to having a sinner like me answer your phone. I lie, and your conscience stays clear.

The temple of art is built in words.

I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.

We're breaking all of the rules, even our own rules, and how do we do that? By leaving plenty of room for X quantities.

I'm always looking for insights into the real Doris Day because I'm stuck with this infatuation and need to explain it to myself.

When I try to brush the road dust off of me and untangle all the wires in my head, I'm usually surrounded by music on a boat. But that's not how I wake up every day.

My goal is to strip things down so that you need just the right amount of words or shape to convey what you need to convey. I like editing. I like it very tight.

I'd distract myself until finally it was a combination of things. The show was over and I had time on my hands. I had taken time and played and just relaxed.

I keep plastering it until it comes around to what I want, in terms of all I know and think about painting now, as well as in terms of the initial observation.