I would say that jazz is my own language.

Why should I and the beauty in me be ruled by the dead? Beauty is alive and everlasting. Languages come and go. They are the dust of the dead.

I grew up speaking English and Punjabi. Just living and working in Punjab and smelling the early morning air and sitting down and having paranthas and lassi and all that was marvellous.

Every human being should know two languages: the language of society and the language of signs. One serves to communicate with other people, the other serves to understand God’s messages.

Rather than comparing [war] to art we could more accurately compare it to commerce, which is also a conflict of human interests and activities; and it is still closer to politics, which in turn may be considered as a kind of commerce on a larger scale.

By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth.

The world is made of language, and if you know the laws that govern language, you can make of it what you will.

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

Wherever I go in America, I like it when the land speaks its own language in its own regional accent.

We seldom realize, for example, that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society

The more we struggle for life (as pleasure), the more we are actually killing what we love

Comedy, such a lovely lady, she’ll pick you up, you your feeling blue

For the record, every time I laughed at one of your jokes, I was faking it

My comedy is different every time I do it. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing

They’re all gonna laugh at you

One particular day, I simply realized that individuals were stopping me on the road and capturing my photographs. Currently, it is not possible for me to use public transport anymore; therefore, I have stopped going to several locations, and I usually go straight to my home or the studio

I’ve built my homeland, I’ve even founded my state – in my language.

I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.