What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.

This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.

It takes someone very special to help you forget someone very special.

Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness

Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.

Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.

Part of being a big winner is the ability to be a big loser. There is no paradox involved. It is a distinctly Harvard thing to be able to turn any defeat into victory

Professors of classics - not even a professor of English - professors of classics, they're something sacred; it's almost like being a priest.

I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.

Men! Dead or alive, they could be exactly the same.

Enjoy Life when You have the Time, after the Time will have You

Do you think your people struggle with being true to themselves? Do their values match up with their work?

I love the food, the girls, the sky and everything that is Delhi. I have very fond memories of the Moolchand flyover.

I guess voice acting is just fun, interesting to say...but it is.

That which one cannot experience in daily life is not true for oneself.

Perhaps we clutch at life only when we have never lived or trusted it. Then death seems the last and greatest defeat, the end of something never felt.

A business owner can become rich exponentially and people who work for wages become rich incrementally.

Pete (Rose) doesn't run with celebrities and he can't stand the phonies. His big buddy in LA ain't Sinatra, it's a funny old groundskeeper.

I knew that nobody but a luckless man could ever need a doctor in the face of a cyclone.