It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

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

I change the world, the world changes me.

The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.

She is the elephant’s eyebrows,” Evie whispered appreciatively. “Those jewels! How her neck must ache.” “That’s why Bayer makes aspirin,” Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that even a socialist wasn’t immune to the dazzle of a movie star.

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.

And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.