I grew up in a small place and left it when I was quite young and entered the bigger world.

If writers just sit and talk about oppression, they are not going to do much writing.

The writer is all alone.

If a writer doesn't generate hostility, he is dead.

We made no inquiries about India or about the families people had left behind. When our ways of thinking had changed, and we wished to know, it was too late. I know nothing of the people on my father's side; I know only that some of them came from Nepal

As a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother's house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are.

The world is always in movement.