“Indians are the Italians of Asia and vice versa. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is the music inside the body and music is the food inside the heart. Amore or Pyar makes every man a poet, a princess of peasant girl if only for second eyes of man and woman meets.”
“Thanksgiving is the holiday of peace, the celebration of work and the simple life… a true folk-festival that speaks the poetry of the turn of the seasons, the beauty of seedtime and harvest, the ripe product of the year – and the deep, deep connection of all these things with God.”
“If a man does not keep pact with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”
“I didn’t particularly feel like being arrested, so I argued with the soldiers a bit. Several of them died during the argument – those things happen once in a while. Unfortunately, one of the casualties was Taur Urgas’ oldest son. [he] took it personally. He’s very narrow-minded sometimes.”
