That you should not be here when something we've both wanted happens is no new thing for me. Today too, as always, you're not here.

At the meeting you behaves exactly as Marathi novelists of the last century tell is husbands do in sari shops.

Those who choose differently must suffer the consequences. They must take the pain their decisions bring.

Spoil all the walls with sellotape marks.

I wonder if I should believe what she says. But when you're not strong in yourself, anyone can tell you anything and you'll fall for it.

When you're looking for a relationship, the process weakens you. you feel you have to bear with whatever the other person wants. Each of the people I have met has made this a little more clear.

I have only men like you n novels, men who lived their own idiosyncrasies.

I have only met men like you in novels, men who lived their own idiosyncrasies.

Once you start living together and you see the same person day in and day out, you begin to wonder: was it for this I struggled and toiled? Did he feel that way?

Kaku, the aamti is excellent. Did you put ghee in the daal when it was boiling?

I felt the kind of peace you feel when you come in from a hot afternoon and pour cold water over your feet.

Screw this. He’d blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which only left quick-and-brutal—my favorite way to play.

I try to protect my loved ones, the people I share my life with, because they don't have a public life like me. I want to keep their lives private out of respect for them.

Humility is a virtue when you have no other.

In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better show more affection than she feels.

In dire economic times, movies are relatively inexpensive entertainment for the whole family.

I never went to school for art or was told what to like or when. So every day is a learning process, like most of life.

If a person wants to enjoy the Spirit of the Lord...always cultivate a spirit of gratitude. It is the duty of every Latter-day Saint to cultivate a spirit of gratitude.

Compassion directed toward oneself is true humility.

The critic's hankering to be law-giver rather than servant of literature is irrepressible.

The idea of losing someone that you love could throw you into a situation where you could not see your future and you really would be living in the past.