Writing, for me, means humility. It’s a process that involves fear and doubt, especially if you’re writing honestly.

She'd have to propel herself into the future by whatever means possible or she'd be trapped forever in a place whose times had already passed.

A man wasn't equal to an animal, not one particle of him. Human life was stinking corrupt, and meanwhile there were beautiful creatures who lived with delicacy on the earth without doing anyone harm. "We should be dying." the judge almost wept.

Saeed quickly found employment at a Banana Republic, where he would sell to urban sophisticates the black turtleneck of the season, in a shop whose name was synonymous with colonial exploitation and the rapacious ruin of the third world.

I do think that the modern India does belong to writers who are living in India.

The present changes the past. Looking back you do not find what you left behind.

This way of leaving your family for work had condemned them over several generations to have their hearts always in other places, their minds thinking about people elsewhere; they could never be in a single existence at one time. How wonderful it was going to be to have things otherwise.