That profound night freedom was agreeable and exciting.

I write short, my words tight to the thread of the narrative.

The most painful and jealously guarded secrets are perhaps the ones that everyone around us knows. Stupid tragedies. Useless tears.

When I left, I had learnt nothing. I took nothing with me. At least, that's what I thought then.

I was realizing, for the first time, that everything goes on, turns gray, is ruined in the living. That there is no end to our story until death comes and the body decays.

It was the first time I traveled alone, but I was not scared.

I had a dream that boys would act like men for once…then I woke up.

Whenever a group of people who are designed to primarily unite around one thing try to unite around something else, the result is devastating for all.

I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.

It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at.

Such delusions of grandeur to think that a God with a hundred billion galaxies on his mind would give a tuppenny damn who you sleep with, or indeed whether you believe in him.

In the primal state before any manifestation, when there was no motion but perfect balance, this Prakriti was indestructible, because decomposition or death comes from instability or change.

The possession of facts is knowledge; the use of them is wisdom.

The work to me is everything, and I would throw every rule overboard and send them to the bottom of the sea tomorrow, if I felt there were a more excellent way.

It takes a lot of effort to be vibrant.

A debt is just as hard for a Government to pay as it is for an individual. No debt ever comes due at a good time. Borrowing is the only thing that seems handy all the time.