If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.

There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience.

Children don't make judgments about which details are important... a child captures them all.

Zoroastrianism is about the opposition of good and evil. For the triumph of good, we have to make a choice. We can enlist on the side of good by prospering, making money and using our wealth to help others.

Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of memory. It's impossible to separate the two ingredients.

He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.