Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.

The cyclone ends. The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again; man does likewise. The great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

I have come to an unalterable decision - to go and live forever in Polynesia. Then I can end my days in peace and freedom, without thoughts of tomorrow and this eternal struggle against idiots.

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

Art is either revolution or plagiarism

We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.

Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred the fog, that needed the warmth.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

Take care not to step on the foot of a learned idiot. His bite is incurable.

My eyes close and uncomprehendingly see the dream in the infinite space that stretches away, elusive, before me.

One day that same year, I told my dad that someday, I would sail around the world alone.

All people are half actors.

I would always wait to take you home.

Directing is like putting together a collage.

It's better to grow your employees, steer them into a place that they can learn and succeed, and want to work hard and be loyal, than to have a revolving door of employees. That's demoralizing.

Dance India Dance is family to me. I actually miss the madness whenever the season is not on air.

Fantasy is an 'F' word that hopefully the five second delay won't do anything with.

I'm a fan of people that have quality, that do what they do and that are not into the showbiz.

I write toward both idealism and reality - how things are and how I wish they could be.

Even the blind and meek and voiceless have gods.