In Sri Lanka a well-told lie is worth a thousand facts.

We own the country we grow up in, or we are aliens and invaders.

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

Don't we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it...There are some European words you can never translate properly into another language.

You are doing something over here and over there someone is telling you a joke, or giving you an important piece of information about sanitation, and no matter how weird the other subject is, there is a connection, or you can make a connection. I’ve always loved history and history is collage, it is a juxtaposition of the good and the bad and the strange, and how you place those sentences together changes the whole mood of a history.

All I ever wanted was a world without maps.

I don't have a plan for a story when I sit down to write. I would get quite bored carrying it out.