I was a government employee in the morning and a writer in the evening.

The writer interweaves a story with his own doubts, questions, and values. That is art.

If life has no meaning, why don't we create a meaning for it?

I am practically in the employ of Mr. Nobel. I have to meet everyone he sends my way.

I reject any path which rejects life, but I can't help loving Sufism because it sounds so beautiful. It gives relief in the midst of battle.

I was suffering from a peculiar and persistent sense that I was being pursued, and also the conviction that under the political order of the times, our lives had no meaning.

Winning Nobel imposed on me a lifestyle to which I am not used and which I would not have preferred.