“You might be smarter, your family might come from privilege, your daddy might own a company, but YOU WILL NOT OUT WORK ME!”

When all your energy gone! When you have nothing left! That’s when it’s show time!

Things change for the better when we take responsibility for our own thoughts, decisions and actions.

No matter how hard the battle gets or no matter how many people DON’T believe in your dream,Never give up!

To get to that next level, you gotta learn to get comfortable being uncomfortable.

Be phenomenal or be forgotten!

Remember, a negative multiplied by a negative is only positive in maths, not in the real world.

When the need to succeed is as bad as the need to breathe, then you’ll be successful.

I don’t ever want you to settle for another average day in your life.

Nobody’s as good as you when you do what you do. I need you to own the time that comes with that.

I challenge you. Be obsessed with improvement!

You are upgrading your technology, and you’ve not upgraded yourself!

I’ve got the opportunity of a lifetime. Some great things are happening because of momentum and I’m just trying to seize the moment.

If you can look up, you can get up.

Where there is no struggle, there is absolutely no progress.

Don’t tell me you’re going to be on the honor roll. Shut up! Go to work! And show me!

Greatness is a lot of small things done well.

Daddy taught us through his philosophy of nonviolence, which placed love at the centerpiece, that through that love we can turn enemies into friends. Through that love, we can create more dignified atmospheres.

You look most like your father when you smile. It’s your ultimate betrayal.

I know that the absence of my father in my life had its cost.

One of the regrettable things in my life is that my dad was not around to see my stardom, to see me wrestle or to see what I achieved by the dream I had at an early age, influenced by where he would like to go.

My father gave me formal education in raagdari. He died in Lahore in 1964 when I was 13. I was in the tenth year of school, and my father’s brother took me into the qawwali ensemble and started giving me formal education in qawwali.

I never told my father I loved him before he died, and I have a lot of issues about that. They’re all swimming around in my head, in my heart, unresolved, and in a way it felt fitting to dedicate the film to him.

My earliest memories are the best. I always try to remember the good times when Daddy was alive.

By the time I was in the fourth grade, I sounded exactly like my father on the phone.