There's no division on my bookshelf between fiction and nonfiction. As far as I'm concerned, fiction is about the truth.

Being with him made her feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country into the vast, extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them- as though it lay before them like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined.

Talk loud enough about human rights and it gives the impression of democracy at work, justice at work. There was a time when the United States waged war to topple democracies, because back then democracy was a threat to the Free Market. Countries were nationalising their resources, protecting their markets.... So then, real democracies were being toppled. They were toppled in Iran, they were toppled all across Latin America, Chile.

Anything's possible in Human Nature ...Love. Madness. Hope. Infinite joy.

Madness slunk in through a chink in History. It only took a moment.

When people stop some film from being shot or burn a book, it's not just that they are saying, this is against Indian culture. They are also saying, you Westernized, elite, English-speaking people are having too much of a good time. It's a very interesting phenomenon.

Many people have accused me of having a romantic view, whereas I personally I feel sorry for those who have lost romance in their lives.