“So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.”

Life must be rich and full of loving–it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

Pretty girls make graves.

I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

You can’t live in this world but there’s nowhere else to go.

Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.

On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.

Every time I’m out and somebody tells me they love what I do, that’s what I do it for. That’s like my vice. That’s like my high. When people understand that this is who I really am, and to be appreciated for your craft .

I had a vision of bringing two cultures together, and I have said this in the past: my goal is to bring Morocco and India together through music and art.

While other creators make a big show of their art Mani Sir makes it look as though anyone can do what he does.

Religion is essentially the art and the theory of the remaking of man. Man is not a finished creation.

Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.

Don’t think about making art, just get it done.

I think I’ve mastered the art, of taming my wild heart, now my heart doesn’t flutter, thinking about you.