Jung was absolutely right about one thing. We are occupied by gods. The mistake is to identify with the god occupying you.

Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?" I didn't say anything.

There was a time when mapmakers named the places they travelled through with the names of lovers rather than their own.

Githa Hariharan's fiction is wonderful-full of subtleties and humor and tenderness.

I don't see novels ending with any real sense of closure.

You don't want to write your own opinion, you don't want to just represent yourself, but represent yourself through someone else.

She moved from being a young woman into having the angular look of a queen, someone who has made her face with her desire to be a certain kind of person. He still likes that about her. Her smartness, the fact that she did not inherit that look or that beauty, but it was something searched for and that it will always reflect a present stage of her character.