Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.

The sky is the limit. You never have the same experience twice.

Everyone has a story to tell. All you have to do is write it. But it's not that easy.

The happy childhood is hardly worth your while.

I think there are two cities in the world - New York and Rome.

First of all there is always that artistic challenge of creating something. Or the particular experience to take slum life in that period and make something out of it in the form of a book. And then I felt some kind of responsibility to my family.