So India’s problem turns out to be the world’s problem. What happened in India has happened in God’s name. The problem’s name is God.

Too many people spouting too many words, and in the end those words will turn to bullets and stones.

It's true that the human body is more vulnerable than the products of the human mind. We need to protect artists and journalists people to allow them to work.

They lived in a great city, a metropolis of many narratives that converged briefly and then separated for ever, discovering their different dooms in that crowd of stories through which all of us, following our own destinies, had to push and shove to find our way through, or out.

All my adult life, if I didn't have several hours a day to sit in a room by myself, I would get antsy and irritable.

The gamble of literature is that I make the best work I can; the most truthful, the most representative of how I see things. I try and do that and then I put it out there and say to you, "What do you think?" I hope that you think well of it, obviously.

A little bit of one story joins onto an idea from another, and hey presto, . . . not old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing.