I think the novel form chose me. I was a writer before I became a criminal... my first instinct was to write.

Slowly, desolately, the fist of what we'd done unclenched the clawed palm of what we'd become.

Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.

Anything that can be put in a nut shell should remain there.

The choking humidity makes amphibians of us all, in Bombay, breathing water in air; you learn to live with it, and you learn to like it, or you leave.

Happiness is a myth. It was invented to make us buy new things.

You can never tell what people have inside them until you start taking it away, one hope at a time