In the '50s, listening to Elvis and others on the radio in Bombay - it didn't feel alien. Noises made by a truck driver from Tupelo, Mississippi, seemed relevant to a middle-class kid growing up on the other side of the world. That has always fascinated me.

I didn't become a writer to write about me.

Perhaps the story you finish is never the one you begin.

In this world without quiet corners, there can be no easy escapes from history, from hullabaloo, from terrible, unquiet fuss.

This may be the curse of human race . Not that we are different from one anther , but we are so alike .

I get a lot of letters - a lot of letters saying, who knew that you were funny?

A book is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it; or offer your own version in return.