I do think of Bombay as my hometown. Those are the streets I walked when I was learning to walk. And it's the place that my imagination has returned to more than anywhere else.

A book is not completed till it's read.

Live on, survive, for the earth gives forth wonders. It may swallow your heart, but the wonders keep on coming. You stand before them bareheaded, shriven. What is expected of you is attention.

In general, writers shouldn't be killed for what they write, though I can think of exceptions.

The problem of telling contemporary history is that your message gets outdated.

The world is about the way in which our dreams intersect with our real life. Endlessly, the world of the imagination changes the world.

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