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

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

Because ultimately only the witness -- and not the actors -- knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi)

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.

Looking back, I could not point to one special time and say, There! That's what is amazing. We can change completely and not recognize it. We think terrible events have made us into stone. But love slips in like a chisel - and suddenly it is an ax, breaking us into pieces from the inside.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

Words are tricky. Sometimes you need them to bring out the hurt festering inside. If you don't, it turns gangrenous and kills you. . . . But sometimes words can break a feeling into pieces.