I would tell them that when you look at a person, you never know what the're hiding.

We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that's exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which.

Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of them changing? Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't see clearly?

Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.

...when they look at me, I so badly want to be who they see.

Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.

When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.

In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.

You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.

Reading is better than life. Without reading, you’re stuck with life.

Those are who are selfish are rewarded for being nice. Those who truly care about others feel a smile in return is all the reward they need.

It's precisely in despair that you find the most intense pleasure, especially if you are already powerfully conscious of the hopelessness of your predicament.

Work hard in silence, let your success be your noise.

Nobody cares if I die for fighting Marathi breed.

The fact is that one of the earliest lessons I learned in business was that balance sheets and income statements are fiction, cash flow is reality.

I feel as if I can take Indian stories, make them mine and take them to the world.

One who believes, as I do, that the free intellect is the chief engine of human progress, cannot but be fundamentally opposed to Bolshevism, as much as to the Church of Rome.

Leaving New Orleans also frightened me considerably. Outside of the city limits the heart of darkness, the true wasteland begins.

Dying away from home, away from the soil of your birth - and to do so unseen and unmourned - is a profound horror.