People may find it more comfortable to listen to us if we equivocate, but in the long run only words that discomfort them are going to change our situation.

The point is to change one's life. The point is not to give some vent to the emotions that have been destroying one; the point is so to act that one can master them now.

Our task, of course, is to transmute the anger that is affliction into the anger that is determination to bring about change. I think, in fact, that one could give that as a definition of revolution.

This is the heart of my argument: We can put more pressure on the antagonist for whom we show human concern.

A liberation movement that is nonviolent sets the oppressor free as well as the oppressed.

Vengeance is not the point; change is. But the trouble is that in most people's minds the thought of victory and the thought of punishing the enemy coincide.

Our own pulse beats in every stranger's throat.

There should be no censorship of mail.

Think first of the action that is right to take, think later about coping with one's fears.

Nonviolent tactics can move into action on our behalf men not naturally inclined to act for us.

A great many of us must move from words to acts - from words of dissent to acts of disobedience.

The one ironclad rule is that I have to try. I have to walk into my writing room and pick up my pen every weekday morning.

What I can tell you is DO IT. Publish book one and get book two out as soon as possible. There are very few Harper Lee’s. Most of us are going to have to write a few books to get good at it.

There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.

After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.

No matter how good or experienced, he [Sehwag] can kill your attitude.

I mean if you draw you like drawing, it's er, an activity you do all the time actually.

This is me apologizing. I am a fool, a bird-brain, a liar and a horse-thief. I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

Poetry begins as the divine speech of the bicameral mind. Then, as the bicameral mind breaks down, there remain prophets.

Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.

When Alan Rickman, a dear friend of mine, played villains, he always made it complicated. He didn't redeem what they did, but he made you feel that it was hard for them to be so horrible.