In art, something comes of nothing. Out of the thin air and the ether, you create a story. And that is intensely satisfying.
You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
It is life’s only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life.
I go to mass every Sunday, but love going to mosques too. Muslims pray in a beautiful way.
Time is an illusion that makes us all pant.
Nature can put on a thrilling show. The stage is vast, the lighting is dramatic, the extras are innumerable, and the budget for special effects is absolutely unlimited.
The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other.
Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one’s life away.
My greatest wish – other than salvation – was to have a book. A long book with a never-ending story. One I could read again and again, with new eyes and a fresh understanding each time.
The paths to liberation are numerous, but the bank along the way is always the same, the Bank of Karma, where the liberation account of each of us is credited or debited depending on our actions.
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn’t that make life a story?
It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.
When you’ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.
India is a place where all stories are possible. You forget that the imagination can take hold of anything and contemplate it and love it and describe it.
If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.
It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go.
I think art comes from some sense of discomfort with the world, some sense of not quite fitting with it.
I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people’s minds.