Wherever goodness lay, it did not lie in ritual, unthinking obeisance before a deity but rather, perhaps, in the slow clumsy, error-strewn working out of an individual or collective path.

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

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

Everything has shape, if you look for it. There is no escape from form.

I've never yet managed to write a novel which didn't have an Indian central character.

I don't think people cry reading 'Midnight's Children,' but a lot of people seem to cry watching the movie.

I know that when people pull apart, they usually employ misunderstanding as a weapon, deliberately getting hold of the stick's wrong end, impaling themselves on its point in order to prove the perfidy of the other.