My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.

The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth.

I think that it's fearless to fall for your best friend, even though he's in love with someone else.

I know my dad is a big Internet freak, and he's been known to be a Wikileaker.

The fact my relationship with my son is so good makes me forgiving of my father and also appreciative.

As a father now, I wouldn't do what my dad did, because it left me feeling emotionally unstable as a kid. But he didn't do the things he did out of selfishness or malice.