I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. And there is not much percentage in the future.

How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives have been joined together.

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.

You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them, sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success

Everyone underestimates their own life. Funny thing is, in the end, all our stories...they're the same. In fact, no matter where you go in the world, there is only one important story: of youth, loss and yearning for redemption. So we tell the same story, over and over. Only the details are different.

In foreign countries they fear baldness. They are so rich in foreign countries, they can afford to fear all kinds of silly things.

After all, our lives are but a sequence of accidents - a clanking chain of chance events. A string of choices, casual or deliberate, which add up to that one big calamity we call life.