Believe in your own eyes and you'll get into a lot of trouble, hot water, a mess.

Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it's melancholy rim, green in it's envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it's greatest rages, black.

I learned: the first lesson of my life: nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.

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.

Science fiction is where I started out, really. When I was a kid, I was a complete addict of science fiction. It was one of my earliest interests as a writer, and I've just taken a long time to circle back around to it.

A man who catches History's eye is thereafter bound to a mistress from whom he will never escape.

English, no longer an English language, now grows from many roots.