I was becoming addicted to Bombay. There was squalor and poverty, but I had begun to realise my good fortune and would never again forget it.

In India an explanation is often more confusing than what prompted it.

In some peculiar way, indeed, the rules were now beginning to seem quite logical. It was then I knew that I had been in India long enough.

In India everything has a use and a value.

Time spent in India has a extraordinary effect on one. It acts as a barrier that makes the rest of the world seem unreal.

The very fact that a Frenchman was prepared, after tow minutes of conversation, to be so friendly towards anyone, especially one who had come from England, made me restless.

Bombay is a city where gossip is treated as a commodity.

Memories? Pheh. Those just get in the way of living.

What can you talk to sky? Just nothing...simply enjoy the vastness and magnanimity. What can you talk to ocean? Nothing....enjoy the waves.

At weddings old people poke me and say, "you're next, " so I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.

Before you can move in new directions, you must first let go of what's not working for you.

I live a very balanced life. I am very good at delegating responsibilities.

First and last, what is demanded of genius is love of truth.

What the two hands of the labourer can achieve, the capitalist will never get with all his gold and silver.

I hate foreplay, I want to get straight to the point. My favourite position is on top so I can take control.

They are going to surrender or be burned in their tanks. They will surrender, it is they who will surrender.

I think that Yulia Tymoshenko should prepare to resign. She understands that well.