The longer one doesn't write, the more difficult it is to communicate.

I cannot understand how anyone can be an Indian and not be proud.

I don't know how to put on an act; I always show myself for what I am, in whatever mood I'm in.

It was the very fact that no one ever imposed anything on me or tried to impose himself on the others.

I don't at all care who's on the right or left or in the center. Even though we use them, even though I use them myself, these expressions have lost all meaning.

One day in 1965 Rajiv wrote me from London, where he was studying, and informed me, 'You're always asking me about girls, whether I have a special girl, and so forth. Well, I've met a special girl.' And when Rajiv returned to India, I asked him, 'Do you still think about her in the same way?' And he said yes. But she couldn't get married until she was twenty-one, and until she was sure she'd like to live in India. Sonia is almost completely an Indian by now, even though she doesn't always wear saris.

When I was young, I was very selfish, now not any more.