“I may be a chauvinist pig of some sort, but I'm no rapist.”

“… I think I'm a pig: Pigs have got eyes, pigs have got mouths, pigs have got teeth, I've got friends who eat like pigs, I sound like a pig when I sleep.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?”

“I learned I'm not the kind of artist that can just sing someone else's songs, for a lot of reasons. I have to have some sort of understanding of the song, or some sort of attachment to it.”

“I'm struggling like a pig.”

“For the first time in RISA’s history, to the best of my knowledge, the diaspora voices are not being branded as saffronists, Hindutva fanatics, fascists, chauvinists, dowry extortionists, Muslim killers, nun rapists, Dalit abusers, etc. One has to wait and see whether this is temporary or permanent.”

“I am not some sort of freak. I might be very good at chess but I'm just a normal person.”

“I'm a vegetarian. I'm not strict; I eat fish, and duck. Well, they're nearly fish, aren't they? They're semi-submerged a lot of the time, they spend a lot of time in the water, they're virtually fish, really. And pigs, cows, sheep, anything that lives near water, I'm not strict. I'm sort of like a post-modern vegetarian; I eat meat ironically.”

“By now it may be clear that the position I'm developing is a sort of post-Darwinian Kantianism.”

“It's Wheird, there's an H in there. Gotta hit that H otherwise they think I'm some sort of a kook!”