It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.
V. S. NaipaulWhen I learnt to write I became my own master, I became very strong, and that strength is with me to this very day.
V. S. Naipaul