Shantaram Is The Second In The Series

Heroes Only Come In Three Kinds:dead, Damaged Or Dubious.

Love Is A One-way Street. Love, Like Respect Isn't Something You Get; It's Something You Give

I Don't Know What Frightens Me More, The Power That Crushes Us, Or Our Endless Ability To Endure It.

Let Me Explain Something To You. Look Around Here. How Many People Do You Count? Sixty, Eighty, Eighty People? Greeks, Germans, Italians, French, Americans. Tourists From Everywhere. Eating, Drinking, Talking, Laughing. And From Bombay - Indians And Iranians And Afghans And Arabs And Africans. But How Many Of These People Have Real Power, Real Destiny, Real Dynamic For Their Place, And Their Time, And The Lives Of Thousand Of People? I Will Tell You - Four. Four People In This Room With Power, And The Rest Are Like The Rest Of The People Everywhere: Powerless, Sleepers In The Dream.

Poverty And Pride Are Devoted Blood Brothers Until One, Always And Inevitably, Kills The Other.