The critic roams through culture, looking for prey.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

...and remember my sentimental friend that a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

I stood up in a flash and flushed a light shade of furious.

The good that may come out of the loss does not erase its badness or excuse the wrong done. Nothing can do that.

I don't think about risks much. I just do what I want to do. If you gotta go you gotta go.

Independent graphic novelists have already achieved good work in terms of design, but all these great minds are writing in English. There is a need for people to write in Hindi.

I don't see you making a movie about Bob Arum.

Functions of technical information, historic record, analytic argument, which are integral and obvious to Dante's use of verse are now almost completely a part of the 'prosaic'.

In government you carry each hope; each disillusion. And in politics it's always about the next challenge.

What a pessimist you are!" exclaimed Candide. "That is because I know what life is," said Martin.

The seventies were my fattest decade. Overall I think the seventies were distinctly bulbous. People looked chunky, typefaces were rounded, writing implements penile.