Sometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible.

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

A dream is a telegram from the hidden world...Only a fool or an illiterate person ignores it.

Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck.

Each day has a color, a smell.

That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.

There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!

Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?

Hope doesn't come from calculating whether the good news is winning out over the bad. Its simply a choice to take action.

If an actor commits properly to a role, they do a bit mad during a shoot. If they're going to do that, they should balance themselves by doing a role as a yoga teacher.

I'm a West Indian mum and West Indian mums will go to the wall for their children.

No, monkeys are still having babies, why don't they have another human today?

Oh, Snap," I say. "What?" "Sorry. I was flashing back to 2005.

My advisers built a wall between myself and my people. I didn't realize what was happening. When I woke up, I had lost my people.

Film and television was so strange to me because I didn't grow up in the business, I didn't know anything about it.

I have short-term memory loss, though I'd like to think of it as Persidential eligibility.

Most of my town hall meetings had always been love fests, and some of my guys used to complain: 'I'd like for somebody to yell at you a bit.

It's almost impossible to make the case that Bush is a conservative. That may be good; that may be bad.