I became a photographer in order to be a war photographer, and a photographer involved in what I thought were critical social issues. From the very beginning this was my goal.

Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time.

I lost faith in the Oscars the first year I was a movie critic - the year that Bonnie and Clyde didn't win.

'The Satanic Verses' was denied the ordinary life of a novel. It became something smaller and uglier: an insult.

I increasingly fear that nothing good can come of almost any adaptation, and obviously that's sweeping. There are a couple of adaptations that are perhaps as good or better than the original work. But the vast majority of them are pointless.

There are thousands of ragas, and they are all connected with different times of the day, like sunrise or night or sunset. It is all based on 72 of what we call 'mela' or scales. And we have principally nine moods, ranging from peacefulness to praying, or the feeling of emptiness you get by sitting by the ocean.