“Dream are, afterall universal, no ownership, no monopoly: i dream, i achieve, all are blessed.”

“All scientist are oglers, i suppose, the sensuousness is a sine quo non of modern technology”

“It had remained a mystery to me, a catholic magic, i suppose. Faith is the best Googly one can bowl: God, the proverbial third umpire.”

“All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy, writing is after all for the abandoned of the society: the ink-leech, spewing black blood and sucking innocent souls.”

“I know it is the itch between the legs which causes everything-Wars, Religions, Marriages, Elections, Families, Globalization, Trade, Literature, Science, and for me Philosophy.”

“The words explain us all, each having a meaning in a meantime: every time for a lifetime.”

“I knew then and there only that pretty young little things are like monsoon lilies; transient trams. Catch them if you can, but if you miss them, do not wail, a next one would be whistling round the corner, about to enter the La Gurre of your heart”