Traffic in the streets of Bombay is chaotic at best. Riding a bicycle is a dangerous occupation. However, there are hundreds of them on the streets competing with the cars and buses and lorries because it is the poor man's mode of transport.

...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

In foreign countries they fear baldness. They are so rich in foreign countries, they can afford to fear all kinds of silly things.

…God is a giant quiltmaker. With an infinite variety of designs. And the quilt is grown so big and confusing, the pattern is impossible to see, the squares and diamonds and triangles don’t fit well together anymore, it’s all become meaningless. So He has abandoned it.

Where humans are concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure.

In the end, it’s all a question of balance.

In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of memory. It's impossible to separate the two ingredients.