Sarita's been so busy exercising her brain that she hasn't had time for her heart, the poor thing.

Since the future's so iffy, I'll turn my attention to the past.

I never knew what language they'd lapse into when fucked - Urdu or Telugu or a mix of both (only the techies came in English).

God knows nothing gets accomplished in the world these days without terrorism.

This is the twenty-first century - you have to know what you want, then set upon it with everything you've got.

Hadn't another wise man, the Buddha himself, warned about the evils of attachment?