We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.

Love is a one-way street. Love, like respect isn't something you get; it's something you give

Friendship is also a kind of medicine, and the markets for it, too, are sometimes black.

We have a saying in Marseilles: a man in no hurry gets nowhere fast. I have been in no hurry for eight years.

I think that it is a part of growing up, learning to control our suffering. I think that when we grow up, and learn that happiness is rare, and passes quickly, we become disillusioned and hurt. And how much we suffer is a mark of how much we have been hurt by this realisation. Suffering, you see, is a kind of anger. We rage against the unfairness, the injustice of our sad and sorry lot.

Fate always gives you two choices, the one you should take, and the one you do.

There's no heart like the Indian heart.