Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

A dream is a telegram from the hidden world...Only a fool or an illiterate person ignores it.

Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck.

Each day has a color, a smell.

That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.

There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!

Because ultimately only the witness -- and not the actors -- knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi)

Talent is a faucet. When it is on, one must write. Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.

You are like the winged goddess from Greek mythology. As beautiful and soaring like an angel as her". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

All books are judged by their covers until they are read.

I wonder if only artists can feel peace like this—such a gentle, inconspicuous peace that an ordinary person might not even notice.

If the lion didn't bite the tamer every once in a while, it wouldn't be exciting.

The NBA's chosen ones think I'm setting a bad example? I think they need to look around and stop taking themselves so seriously.

A favor is never so long-lived as a grudge.

The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body

We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.

Sometimes I think of myself as a little bee. I go from one area of the studio to another and gather pollen and sort of stimulate everybody. I guess that’s the job I do.