Don't Put Things Off Till It's Too

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

I Need My Natural Laziness To Be Counteracted By Obsession In Order To Do Anything.

Why Do Writers, Say, Give Up A Job In Economics And Decide To Write Poetry? Or, Why Do They Give Up A Job In A Bank And Decide To Paint, Like Krishan Khanna? They Want To Convey Something.

I Don't Pick And Choose Subjects Or Settings; They Pick And Choose Me.

It's Not The Gods But Our Own Hearts We Need To Fear. The Evil Starts Against All Odds Not There But Here.