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

There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience.

Distance was a dangerous thing, she knew. Distance changed people.

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.

Loss is essential, loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life. Mind you, I'm not complaining. Thanks to some inexplicable universal guiding force, it is always the worthless things we lose - slough off, like a moulting snake. Losing and losing again, is the very basis of the process, til all we are left with is the bare essence of human existence.

The whole quilt is much more important than any single square.

Children don't make judgments about which details are important... a child captures them all.