We are made mysteries to ourselves by the Rooster Coop we are locked in.

The book of your revolution sits in the pit of your belly, young Indian. Crap it out, and read. Instead of which, they're all sitting in front of color TVs and watching cricket and shampoo advertisements.

Let animals live like animals; let humans live like humans. That's my whole philosophy in a sentence.

Having plenty of living space has to be the greatest luxury in a city, and I guess in some sense Bombay is the antithesis of what living in Canada must be.

I’ve lived in several countries and been a disaster everywhere.

I want to read Keats and Wordsworth, Hemingway, George Orwell.

You can't expect a man in a dung heap to smell sweet.