A thing that happens to migrants is that they lose many of the traditional things which root identity, which root the self.

The miniatures of the Mughal period are really the pinnacle of Indian artistic achievement. And not a single one of those paintings is done by an individual artist.

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

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

It's difficult not to color our perception of author's product with his personality. There are so many examples of this. What do we think of Ezra Pound - clearly a great poet and clearly kind of an asshole? You can say the same thing about Louis-Ferdinand Céline, who clearly was a Nazi sympathizer, and yet one of the great writers of the 20th century. It is tough, but there are enough examples around where we have to somehow find a way of separating the work from the artist and seeing what there is to see in the work, while also condemning the thoughts we see in the man.

You can't judge an internal injury by the size of the hole.

The answer to religion is not no religion, but another way of thinking of it. Another way of being in it.