I don't want to be cremated, I want to be buried. I don't believe in wasting wood and I feel that one should give back to the earth.

No one has invented a condom for the pen yet. My pen is still sexy.

I am prolific. Any rubbish I write gets published, so books keep churning out.

Nature provides that a man who slaves all day should spend the hours of the night in a palace full of houris whereas a king who wields the sceptre by day should have his sleep disturbed by nightmares of rebellion and assassination.

If you look at things as they are, there does not seem to be a code either of man or of God on which one can pattern one's conduct. Wrong triumphs over right as much as right over wrong. Sometimes its triumphs are greater. What happens ultimately, you do not know. In such circumstances what can you do but cultivate an utter indifference to all values? Nothing matters. Nothing whatever.

I haven't any close friends. Friendship needs time to interact, sit down, gossip. I don't have that time.

I use vulgar language in my writing. Or for people I don't like, but I have never had an outburst of anger and I think that's largely [Mahatma] Gandhi's influence. When you lose your temper, you've lost your cause.