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

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.

Traffic in the streets of Bombay is chaotic at best. Riding a bicycle is a dangerous occupation. However, there are hundreds of them on the streets competing with the cars and buses and lorries because it is the poor man's mode of transport.

Money can buy the necessary police order. Justice is sold to the highest bidder

...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

The whole quilt is much more important than any single square.

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.