When you throw everything up in the air anything becomes possible.

In India, as elsewhere in our darkening world, religion is the poison in the blood. Where religion intervenes, mere innocence is no excuse. Yet we go on skating around this issue, speaking of religion in the fashionable language of 'respect.' What is there to respect in any of this, or in any of the crimes now being committed almost daily around the world in religion's dreaded name?

The West should be tougher on Pakistan. It is trying to play both ends against the middle - to look like the friend of the revolutionaries on the one hand and a friend of the West in the fight against terrorism. It can't be both things.

If a birth is the fall-out from the explosion caused by the union of two unstable elements, then perhaps a half-life is all we can expect.

It may be that the books that were best liked in your lifetime are not the ones that are best liked 100 years later.

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.

Sometimes people have said that Islam, in its own calendar, is still only in the Middle Ages.