“My wife wants me to eat fish; she says it is delicious. But I don’t like fish, so that is that.”

In front of 40,000 people, you don’t really want to drop a catch or misfield. It’s part and parcel of the game.

When you help sportspersons achieve their full potential, you propel the sporting quotient of the entire country.

I like to make statements on the field.

Nobody wants to really play bad cricket.

I don’t regret anything in my life. What does not kill you makes you stronger.

If you play cricket for India, money is bound to come.

India-Pakistan matches always capture the imagination of people from either side.

One-day cricket is about aggression and flair, but Test cricket is a different ball game. One has to struggle through the hard periods initially and then look on to get a respectable score on the board.

I’m a person who lives very in the moment.

I don’t mind repeating everything.

Movies are a big part of our Indian culture.

Shooting gun is so much more fun than shooting ads

Cricketers have a very short shelf life. On an average, you make money through cricket for five years, but you need to survive for sixty years.

I never thought of playing for any other franchise other than CSK. Chennai is my second home. Fans here have adopted me as one of their own.

I live in the present with an eye on the future.

Selecting a strong team without giving the new captain appropriate time isn’t possible.

A feeling deliciously bitter lingers on my tongue. It’s sharp relish urges me to keep my mouth shut and my conscience clear. Though how can one act so when one’s veins are stuffed with what’s not said before?

Writing is a delicious agony.

I make jam, and oh my God, it is so delicious.

My idea of a delicious time is to read a book that is wonderful. But the ruling passion of my life is being a seeker after truth and the divine.

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.

I was not created to be occupied by eating delicious foods like tied up cattle.

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death.

The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious.