My husband lived in Lucknow. My father lived in Delhi, of course. So I shuttled between Delhi and Lucknow and...naturally, if my husband needed me on days when I was in Delhi, I ran back to Lucknow. But if it was my father who needed me, on the days when I was in Lucknow. And...yes, my husband got angry. And he quarreled. We quarreled. We quarreled a lot. It's true.

The meek may one day inherit the earth, but not the headlines.

You said, 'How is it possible for democracy to work with an illiterate people who are dying of hunger?' But with that people we made a democracy work.

It's not at all hard to reconcile the two things if you organize your time intelligently. Even when my sons were little, I was working.

If by happiness you mean ecstasy ... Yes, I've known ecstasy, and it's a blessing to be able to say it because those who can say it are very few. But ecstasy doesn't last long and is seldom if ever repeated.

My father was a saint. He was the closest thing to a saint that you can find in a normal man.

In all societies that have applied a form of socialism, a certain degree of social economic equality has been achieved.