I shook hands with a friendly Arab. I still have my right arm to prove it.

All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy.

He shook hands and left.

I remember lying out in my bed and looking at the vast, quiet sky. Right up above my head, there were three stars in a row, and I remember thinking, 'Well, I'll have those three stars all my life, and wherever I am, they will be. They are my stars, and they belong to me.'

He stuck out his hand, I stuck out my hand and we shook hands, and then I handcuffed him and he was in custody,

One important thing I recall about India was that it was quiet. It was never noisy in the way that life was noisy in London.