Shantaram

And I looked at the men, the brave and beautiful men beside me, running into the guns, and God help me for thinking it, and God forgive me for saying it, but it was glorious, if glory is a magnificent and raptured exaltation.  It was what love would be like, if love was a sin. It was what music would be, if music could kill you.

Sometimes the lion must roar, just to remind the horse of its fear.

If fate doesn’t make you laugh, you just don’t get the joke.

The truth is a bully that we all pretend to like.

The only force more cynical and ruthless than the business of big politics is the politics of the big business.

Heroes come only in three kinds: dead, damaged, or dubious.

The only victory that really counts in prison is survival.

Some of the worst wrongs were caused by people who tried to change things.

When we are young, we think that suffering is something that’s done to us. When we get older-when the steel door slams shut, in one way or another- we know that real suffering is measured by what’s taken away from us.

Dead lovers are the toughest rivals in love.

Prisons are the temples where devils learn to pray. Every time we turn the key we twist the knife of fate, because every time we cage a man we close him in with hate.

Justice is not done until every one is satisfied, even those who offend us and must be punished by us. Justice is not only the way we punish those who do wrong. It is also the way we try to save them.

I realised that I didn’t need their brilliance any more: it couldn’t help me. All the cleverness in all the world couldn’t stop my stomach from knotting over in its prowling fear. When you know you are going to die, there is no comfort in cleverness. Genius is vain, and cleverness is hollow, at the end.

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