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.

One of the things that happens in novels it's almost like a continual debate with yourself. That's why you're writing the book. It's why you create characters: so you can argue with yourself.

This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.

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

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.

I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read into hardly anything at all.

He has been disassembled by her. And if she has brought him to this, what has he brought her to?