“Our love will never die. We’ll just dream another fantasy about touching each other.”

Your beauty is binding and I just want to consume every part of you.

My fingers in your mouth when I’m inside you, I could almost die from the feeling before I explode.

My heart is yours forever lets never stop this adventure.

I only want to drink your cream.

It’s not about how long we’ve been together but how deep our love is.

When you drink me the flavor that you swallow will be the taste of my soul.

Tides of your heart pull me into your sea.

I see you everywhere because you are my everything.

Your heart of gold will always be worth more than money.

The wild fire in your eyes reflects the seduction of your soul.

I can feel your heartbeat when my mouth is wrapped around your lips.

Squeeze my nipples when you ride me to make sure that we both pour out all over our bodies togetherness.

The universe sent you to me and for that I kneel in gratitude.

Your beauty never ends, it defines space and time.

If you just want to feel my heart just put your hand on yours.

My lust for you is dangerous because I can’t get deep enough.

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.

Heaven is not something you need to die to get to.

I’m not much for talking. You know what I do. I put guys in body bags when I’m right.

Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn’t seem like such a bad way to go.

A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.

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.

Always remember the last words of my grandfather, who said: ‘A truck!’