This pain, this dying, this is just normal. This is how life is. In fact, I realize, there never was an earthquake. Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy for dreaming of something else.
Reading is an activity subsequent to writing: more resigned, more civil, more intellectual.
Whatever will be, will be.
I have decided to quit as I.P.L. Chairman. It is a decision which I was pondering over for some time.
It's better to accept destiny.
I can't lose any more weight. I would very much like to be 10cm shorter and 10kgs lighter. It would make my life a lot easier but it is what it is. What can I do?
There is stuff I would have liked to have done. But there are no sour grapes.
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
I resigned on my own, and during my time, the country enjoyed a period of great prosperity.
