I began to feel that, in a sense, we were all prisoners of our own history.

In India, one has to plan according to the monsoons.

The history of the white man in India really jumped up and bit me in the neck.

Very good coaches for ski jumpers stand at the top of the slope and watch the jumpers prepare, rather than standing at the bottom and watching them land.

Conventionally, one looks at history as something of the past. But after Einstein, who knows what is in the past and what is in the present?

If the movie's well made and it's about things that count, people will ultimately see the depth in it.

The actor is concerned with his own bit of it, but the director's somehow trying to work the whole thing into a much bigger picture. It's like conducting an orchestra.