Happiness is dog-shaped, I say.

Get back in my cot, girl, " said Gilsa. "You're sickly."No, I'm not, " said Ani.Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a sickness, did you ever think of that?

Life is an experimental field. You can explore by faith.

Being a woman, I tried, I cared, I loved and blamed in return.

It’s as predictable as the tide and the moon. It ebbs and flows. Death comes and it goes.

Conformity is deformity

I had a fear of losing, a fear of what might happen if I had a bad game. Would I get dropped? I don't remember a lot of stuff in my career.

I didn't really enjoy modeling in Bombay. I floated through it in the hopes that I would get my ticket to the next big thing. There was no real joy that I got out of it, to be really honest.

It's not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. They're basically huge vibrators. With wheels.

Fiction that does not acknowledge this at least tacitly is not true.

Futurists and common sense concur that a substantial change, worldwide, in life style and moral guidelines will soon become an absolute necessity.