“But thats the way life is; felicity and expiation play together in the narrow lanes of life like bosom friends, inseparable. You find one, and the other is always around the corner.”

“Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon's knife.”

“Love is just like God. Some believe in it, some dont. You can only feel love and that too if you are open to its existence. Likewise, an atheist cannot feel the presence of the divine because his m...”

“We use the word LOVE for camouflaging so many of our emotions. Why cant we use different words to convey different feelings? Why use a word when we dont sincerely mean it?”

“An idle mind is a devils workshop and I am prone to renting out my mind to the first bidder.”

“Dharma is not about believing in God. Its about making the right choices, doing the right things and leading the right life.”

“The agony of martyrdom is almost too much to bear. In the early hours, when the loss is fresh, there is no comfort in knowing Glory will live on. We speak of the martyrs in History but we cannot kn...”

“Saints and martyrs had never interested Maggie so much as sages and poets.”

“Every war has its martyrs — the unsung heroes who sometimes don’t even know the rationale behind the war they are fighting. They fight because they are trained to, kill because they are told to and...”

“War always reaches the depths of horror because of idiots who perpetuate terror from generation to generation under the pretext of vengeance.”

“No time to spare: the expression assumed its full significance, as so many expressions do in wartime.”

“This time we'll be fighting for the nation. The company commander says that it's better to be the ghost of a fallen soldier than a nationless slave. For the sake of our fellow countrymen, our famil...”

“I have gone to war and now I can issue my complaint. I can sit on my porch and complain all day. And you must listen. Some of you will say to me: You signed the contract, you crying bitch, and you ...”

“Twelve years ago, when I was 10, I played at being a soldier. I walked up the brook behind our house in Bronxville to a junglelike, overgrown field and dug trenches down to water level with my frie...”

“For no matter how many battles had been won or lost, no matter how many friends and soldiers killed, every battle felt like the first. And I realized that it wasn't the training, nor the pain of se...”