So India’s problem turns out to be the world’s problem. What happened in India has happened in God’s name. The problem’s name is God.

Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems - but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems more and more incredible.

Actually, I don't even like parties. I would much prefer a room with four friends who sit around and have dinner. I detest nightclubs. And I don't like places where the noise is so loud you can't talk to people.

I would argue that religion comes from a desire to get to the questions of, 'Where do we come from?' and 'How shall we live?' And I would say I don't need religion to answer those questions.

My love for Dan Brown knows no bounds. It literally has no mass.

Shame is like everything else; live with it for long enough and it becomes part of the furniture.

What can't be cured must be endured.