What is it?" she asked. "I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you?" "I'm afraid not," she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. "There's too much of the devil in me for that." "Just how much devil," I grinned, "are we talking about here?

There's no heart like the Indian heart.

I think the future is like anything else that's important. It has to be earned. If we don't earn it, we don't have a future at all. And if we don't earn it, we don't deserve it, we have to live in the present, more or less forever. Or worse, we have to live in the past. I think that's probably what love is - a way of earning the future.

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

Because my life has been so notorious and so bad, it can overshadow my work.

I don't know what frightens me more, the power that crushes us, or our endless ability to endure it.

Happiness is a myth. It was invented to make us buy new things.