“The nature of impending fatherhood is that you are doing something that you’re unqualified to do, and then you become qualified while doing it.”

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

Grief does not change you, It reveals you.

There is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.

The measure of a friendship is not its physicality but its significance.

God knows that’s what everyone else does.

You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

Poetry is just so emo.” he said. “Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

The good times and the bad times both will pass.

There’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.

There is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

When you’re 6 or 7, your father becomes this wonderful presence in your life. I really responded to my father. And then, the very moment I realized that I loved him unconditionally, that life was going to be great just because he was in it, he was gone.

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.