Some directors involve waiting, and if you want to work with that particular director you're going to have to hang around.

I put everything I can into the mulberry of my mind and hope that it is going to ferment and make a decent wine. How that process happens, I'm sorry to tell you I can't describe.

If you listen, you learn; if you talk, you don't.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

Each day, as you get older, there is a new perspective on life. It's a progression of some sort.

Society is constantly recalibrating, redefining what it considers to be moral and immoral.

Life is full of ironies and paradoxes.

I never had any ambition to be a star, or whatever it is called, and I'm still embarrassed at the word.

Pretending to be other people is my game and that to me is the essence of the whole business of acting.

The only concession you can make is to what you believe is right.

Nudes are the greatest to paint. Everything you can find in a landscape or a still life or anything else is there: darkness and light, character dimension, texture. I painted heads too, of course.

God gave you the sea, but you still have to fish for yourself.

Kavita’s arms are still outstretched, but they hold nothing. After the metal gate clangs shut behind them, Kavita can still hear Usha’s piercing wail echoing inside.

I tried not to think of all the horror movies featuring this exact scenario, soon to be followed by an abundance of gratuitous blood and gore.

Some people are worth the world

I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.

Whiskey: a torchligh procession marching down your throat.

When a relationship doesn't work anymore, it's terrible to stay with someone that you don't love.

It is wonderful when a calculation is made, how little the mind is actually employed in the discharge of any profession.

Some of the most intense affairs are between actors and characters. There's a fire in the human heart and we jump into it with the same obsession as we have with our lovers.

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.