Somehow, bad news, however ridden with static, however filled with echoes, always manages to be conveyed.
Jhumpa LahiriThe thought of Christmas overwhelms him. He no longer looks forward to the holiday; he wants only to be on the other side of the season. His impatience makes him feel that he is incontrovertibly, finally, an adult.
Jhumpa LahiriHe tries to peel the image from the sticky yellow backing, to show her the next time he sees her, but it clings stubbornly, refusing to detach cleanly from the past.
Jhumpa LahiriThe urge to convert experience into a group of words that are in a grammatical relation to one another is the most basic, ongoing impulse of my life.
Jhumpa Lahiri