Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.

He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?

The sun has blessed you," Sarita used to say. "Look how he has left his kisses on your face for all to see and be jealous." "The sun loves you more," I said, rubbing my hands over her dry arms, the color of an aged wine gourd, and she laughed. But this is not India and we are not prized for our freckles here. The sun is not allowed to show his love.

I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.

Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.

Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.

There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself.