Ah, desire. Such a poisonous thing.

— Roshani Chokshi

All war is philosophical. That's why we call it war. Strip it of its paint and it's nothing more than murder.

— Roshani Chokshi

A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.

— Roshani Chokshi

And in such bliss does devastation grow.

— Roshani Chokshi

And perhaps that in itself was the great secret---not just for legacy, but also for life. You could carry a story inside you and hold it up to the light when you needed it the most. You could peer through it, like a frame, and see how it changed your view when you looked out onto the world.

— Roshani Chokshi

A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.

— Roshani Chokshi

Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.

— Roshani Chokshi

Enough tiny sharp jabs can cut as deeply as any knife.

— Roshani Chokshi

Existence is the gift. Life is a choice.

— Roshani Chokshi

Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.

— Roshani Chokshi