He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised.

Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. You bring to a novel, anything you read, all your experience of the world. You bring your history and you read it in your own terms.

Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.

For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.

A book is simply the container of an idea-like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.

Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.

...in their millenial and long-lived patience they knew quite well how, in a hundred years, or a thousand years' time, or else, perhaps, tomorrow, in an hour's time, for it was all a gamble, a million to one chance, but all the same there was a chance that if they kept on shaking their chains, one day, some day, the clasps upon the shackles would part.