Food Is Music To The Body, Music

They Claim A Hidden Corner Of Our Hearts, All Those Moments That Stay With Us Unscreamed. That's Where Loves, Like Elephants, Drag Themselves To Die. It's The Place Where Pride Allows Itself To Cry.

I Went To War. .... I Survived, While Other Men Around Me Died. ... Men Whose Lives Were Crunched Up In Mistakes, And Thrown Away By The Wrong Second Of Someone Else's Hate, Or Love, Or Indifference.

Because My Life Has Been So Notorious And So Bad, It Can Overshadow My Work.

Sometimes We Love With Nothing More Than Hope. Sometimes We Cry With Everything Except Tears.

Shantaram Is The Second In The Series Of A Quartet Of Novels That I Have Planned About My Life But Is The First To Be Written. The Third Book Is A Sequel To Shantaram, The First A Prequel.