It Depends On What You Mean By

I Grew Up Like A Boy, Also Because Most Of The Children Who Came To Our House Were Boys.

We Couldn't Be Everywhere, We Couldn't See Everything, And It Was Inevitable That Some Things Would Escape Us.

You Cannot Shake Hands With A Clenched Fist.

All My Games Were Political Games; I Was, Like Joan Of Arc, Perpetually Being Burned At The Stake.

I Know You Were Surprised When, After The Fall Of Dacca, Pakistani And Indian Officers Shook Hands. But Do You Realize That, Up Until 1965, In Our Army And The Pakistani One You Could Come Across Generals Who Were Brothers? Blood Brothers, Sons Of The Same Father And The Same Mother.