You can't sustain [anger]. You become bitter. Nothing's going to change. Anger leads to resentment, then to spiking your orange juice, then to martyrdom.
Writing is a lonely business.
We Indians really should be better liars, considering how often we've been lied to.
When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing.
Poetry = Anger x Imagination
I think all of us are always five years old in the presence and absence of our parents.