All art is exploitation.

We Indians really should be better liars, considering how often we've been lied to.

I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That's right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that's kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent.

In the middle of a crazy and drunk life, you have to hang onto the good and sober moments tightly.

The ordinary can be like medicine.

We're all travelling heavy with illusions.

she braided my sister's hair with hands that smelled deep roots buried in the earth she told me the old stories how time never mattered when she died they gave me her clock