The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart.

Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends’ secret places.

How's Alison getting on?'Conway snorted. 'Tucked up in the sick room like she's dying in some season finale. Little fadey voice on her and all. She's having a great old time.

I should've known the eyes. Wide, bright blue, and something about the delicate arc of the lids: a cat's slant, a pale jeweled girl in an old painting, a secret.

The mind is powerful, but it needs something to hold on to so it doesn't wander.

God is my hope and my joy.

In an era where Existence is incontestable, Truth is subjective, and Reality is perceived, fiction must mediate between the three.

I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.

One time I nearly experienced failure was when I was acting in 'Hum Aapke Hain Kaun' in 1994. One day, I woke up and found that part of my face was paralysed.

'The Voice' gave me a chance to show people the side of me that is an artist. People didn't know what that would look like or sound like. It allowed people to see that potential.

My career has been a bit strange. I dont think it took the normal route.

Do not fall into the trap of thinking that just because a kata begins to the left that the opponent is attacking from the left.

Don't depend on governments or corporations to fix problems. Social revolutions are led by passionate individuals and that's what makes the difference.