An artist should not fall in love with another artist.

The function of the artist in a disturbed society is to give awareness of the universe, to ask the right questions, and to elevate the mind.

I think communication starts when words are not present at all ... I think we put so much emphasis on language, actually silence is so much more important.

Theatre is fake... The knife is not real, the blood is not real, and the emotions are not real. Performance is just the opposite: the knife is real, the blood is real, and the emotions are real.

Because we never stop silently loving those who we once loved out loud

I am only interested in the ideas that become obsessive and make me feel uneasy. The ideas that I'm afraid of.

True love for whatever you are doing is the answer to everything.

A great artist has to be ready to fail.

Your ego can become an obstacle to your work. If you start believing in your greatness, it is the death of your creativity.

When you have so much pain, you think you will lose consciousness. If you say to yourself, ‘So what, lose consciousness,’ the pain goes away.

If we go for the easy way, then we never change.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

When you're crying, your tears may be watering the seeds of your come-back.

Small, therefore, can we think the progress we have made, as long as our admiration for those who have done noble things is barren, and does not of itself incite us to imitate them.

If you want someone’s attention, whisper.

Your anatomy is a mystery that nobody bothers explaining to us. Even when we think we have mastered one woman's body, every body is different.

New York is eating young geniuses [businessmen] up alive. It's eating them up alive, Stone. And it's showing the beauty of the city, but it's showing the toughness and the viciousness of the city.

A mind that is disciplined, controlled, is free within its own pattern; but that is not freedom. The end of discipline is conformity; its path leads to the known, and the known is never the free.

At the end of the archana, prostrate, then get up and, remaining on the same spot, turn around clockwise 3 times just as if circling a temple, then bow to the Lord.

The soul is the prison of the body.

I keep a lot to myself, and I cherish the things that are for me and the people closest to me.