I maintain a balanced view of the world, but that balance is always in my favour.

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

You're a Good Little Slave

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.

Few things worth having can be got easily.

Every man has his thorns, not of him, but in him, deep as bones.

When you're in a dark place, and your light is going to run out before too long, you get on with things. It's a wonder to me how few people apply that same logic to their lives.

Some truths should perhaps be left unsaid. Some doors unopened. An angel once told me to let go of the ills I held too close, to let go of the flaws that shaped me.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

It's an irony of our times that men seeking peace must make war.

Unexpected gifts were better accepted when they were presented by total strangers, I had learnt.

Histories are instruments of oppression.

Black-Scholes works for short-term options, but if it's a long-term option and you think you know something [about the underlying asset], it's insane to use Black-Scholes.

Civility is not simply about manners.

Donald Trump said he still wants to look more closely at Obama's birth certificate to make sure that it's real. Incidentally, President Obama said the same exact thing about Donald Trump's hair.

The God who guides the stars, unhasting and unresting, will as assuredly fulfill what He has promised.

I have an aim - I have a clear aim in my mind, and the aim is that I do not like what I see in Indian politics; it is something that is inside my heart.

Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive.

The voice of America has no undertones or overtones in it. It repeats its optimistic catchwords in a tireless monologue that has the slightly metallic sound of a gramophone.

There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.