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

It's why you create characters: so you can argue with yourself.

Do you understand the sadness of geography?

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

I kind of was shoveled onto a boat at 11 and went to England. I didn't have any parent watching over me. It was very free and may have been a bit of a scary time for me, but I really don't remember much about the voyage apart from playing ping-pong a lot with a couple friends.

She had grown older. And he loved her more now than he had loved her when he understood her better, when she was the product of her parents. What she was now was what she herself had decided to become.

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.