“Life had a way of wrecking her careful plans, again and again. Roulette was more predictable than life. Small wonder she was so lucky at it.Life was not a wheel going round and round. It never, ever returned to the same place. It didn't stick to simple red and black and a certain array of numbers. It laughed at logic.Beneath its pretty overdress of man-imposed order, life was anarchy.”

“Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.”

“Childhood went by enjoying 'Merry Go Round'.. but this life's 'Go Round' is not Merrier at all.. the path of life is taking me back to the same point.. again n again.. just to refresh my wounds.. n give me new pain n ache.. !!!”

“...life laughs at predictions and introduces words where we imagined silences, and sudden returns when we thought we would never see each other again.”

“But my mother's life was a never-ending round of maintenance. Not one single thing did she ever achieve but that it had to be done all over again, one day or one week or one season later. Oh, the monotony.”

“To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.”