“Without death there would be very little progress.”

Stay hungry, stay foolish.

Creativity comes from spontaneous meetings, from random discussions.

We have always been shameless about stealing great ideas.

Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.

I’m convinced that about half of what separates successful entrepreneurs from the non-successful ones is pure perseverance.

I want to put a ding in the universe.

If you’re afraid of failing you won’t get very far.

Learn continually – there’s always “one more thing” to learn!

If you define the problem correctly, you almost have the solution.

The best innovation is sometimes the company, the way you organize the company.

Focusing is all about saying no.

Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.

Customers don’t measure you on how hard you tried, they measure you on what you deliver.

We don’t settle for anything less than excellence.

Focusing is about saying No.

Sometimes life is going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith.

I think being condemned to death is the only real distinction,” said Mathilde. “It is the only thing which cannot be bought.

Yes, they are carnal, both of them, love and death, and therein lies their terror and their great magic!

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

I took my grandmother to the emergency room. The doctor said that she was on an artificial life support system, and that although her brain was dead her heart was still beating. I though, “we’ve never had a democrat in the family before”.

A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.

Dogs will eat till they die. Cats will leave food in the dish, incomprehensible to a dog.

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.