The instant is not in time -- time is in the instant.

I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me?I don’t know.And I don’t know how to make it stop.

So many people hate me and love me for the exact same reasons. This is all the proof I need that my opinion about myself is the only opinion I should ever care about.

Don't think, just do.

I know I’m an African-American, and I know I play the saxophone, but I’m not a jazz musician. I’m not a classical musician, either. My music is like my life: It’s in between these areas.

I don't run restaurants that are out of control. We are about establishing phenomenal footholdings with talent.

I wish to blur the firm boundaries which we self-certain people tend to delineate around all we can achieve.

My Swaraj takes note of bhangis, dheds, dublas and the weakest of the weak, and except the spinning wheel I know no other thing which befriends all these.

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

If you miss one day in physics, that's it.

It is good to be the possessor of some mountain-top experience.