Shantaram is the second in the series of a quartet of novels that I have planned about my life but is the first to be written. The third book is a sequel to Shantaram, the first a prequel.

Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.

Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting

Love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever.

The truth is that, no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love

There are no mistakes. Only new paths to explore.

If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.

We have a saying in Marseilles: a man in no hurry gets nowhere fast. I have been in no hurry for eight years.

The real trick in life is to want nothing, and to succeed in getting it. - Karla

The choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.

Love is the opposite of power. That's why we fear it so much.

Health lies in labor and there is no royal road to it but through toil.

Today we understand that the future of humanity very much depends on our planet, and that the future of the planet very much depends on humanity.

I don't have any of the modern stuff. I don't have e-mail. I don't have a computer!

When you find yourself on the side of majority, question yourself about what you are doing and why. It is likely wrong.

The key factor that will determine your financial future is not the economy; the key factor is your philosophy.

You can let hate, animosity and anger eat away at you, or you can let it go and begin again.

The truths I shun follow me, mumbling.

I decided if it was going to be a mistake to come to New York and try and make a career in fashion, then it was going to be my mistake... But the American dream is real. I'm living it.

Friends, you are lucky you can talk about what you did as lovers; the tricks, laughter, the words, the ecstasy. After my darling put his hand on the knot of my dress, I swear I remember nothing.

Language makes infinite use of finite media.