The publishing world is very timid. Readers are much braver.

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

When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, "My father died, my father died." My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not help it. Without my father on his Delhi rooftop, why was I here? Without him there, why should I go back? Without that ache between us, what was I made of?

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

In India, if you are from the elite, dogs are extremely important. The breed of the dog indicates your wealth, that you are westernized. The cook, another human being, is on a much lower level than your dog. You see this all the time.

We think of immigration as a Western issue but, of course, it isn't.

A journey once begun, has no end