We may not have sewage, drinking water, and Olympic gold medals, but we do have democracy.

It's amazing. The moment you show cash, everyone knows your language.

See, the poor dream all their lives of getting enough to eat and looking like the rich. And what do the rich dream of?? Losing weight and looking like the poor.

You ask 'Are you a man or a demon?' Neither, I say. I have woken up, and the rest of you are sleeping, and that is the only difference between us.

Neither you nor I speak English, but there are some things that can be said only in English.

A White Tiger keeps no friends. It's too dangerous.

But isn't it likely that everyone in this world...has killed someone or other on their way to the top?...All I wanted was a chance to be a man--and for that, one murder is enough.

The Rooster Coop was doing its work. Servants have to keep other servants from becoming innovators, experimenters or entrepreneurs. The coop is guarded from the inside.

If I were making a country, I'd get the sewage pipes first, then the democracy, then I'd go about giving pamphlets and statues of Gandhi to other people, but what do I know? I'm just a murderer!

Being called a murderer: fine, I have no objection to that. It's a fact: I am a sinner, a fallen human. But to be called a murderer by the police!

He can read and write, but he doesn't get what he's read. He's half-baked. The country is full of people like him, I'll tell you that. And we entrust our glourious parliamentary democracy

New York is more than a state of mind. It is the completion of a dream. ( "New York at arm's length of desire" )

I don't want to promote my own image either. I don't like going on television or mixing in literary circles.

Strategies are great, business models are great, but the reality is your music has to mean something to people.

You can't love what you don't know much about. You can't convince, stimulate, hold the attention, teach, if you don't know what you're talking about.

My son did not show signs of a money deficiency until he opened his small fist in the nursery and found it was empty.

I don't want to be like you. I look for the pure of heart, and the ones that have made a start.

Look at the cross and you will know what one soul means to Jesus.

I can see the carrot at the end of the tunnel.

He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.