Life is a dream of roses and the thorns prick us back to reality.

A man came to Budha and said, "I want happiness". Budha replied" Remove 'I", its your ego, Remove "want" its you source of misery, Now you are left with "happiness".

That’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically what they’re for.

she'd played mother and wives. Women in narratives were always defined by their relations.

Some only learn the value of time when it’s too late!

Our desires cannot be, and were never meant to be, satisfied by earthly pleasures alone.

I'm a very conceptual writer.

There is a difference between art and life and that difference is readability.

The only way was forward, whatever lay at the end.

Was I asleep? Had I slept?

I would never, ever do anything as vulgar as having fun.

Every artist paints his Madonna according to his own pre-conceived ideas.