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

New York is a lovely city. It is an easy city to go back to and an easy city to leave. Every time I go there I immediately make travel plans.

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.

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?

Slowly, painstakingly, like ants, men would make their paths and civilization and their wars once again, only to have it wash away again.

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