...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.

Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder.

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

Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.

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

...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.

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