So many Indian novels, quite unfairly, do not get the prominence they should because they have been written in a language other than English.

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

It is exciting to write about the present once one gets beyond the trivia of the moment. As a time to live in, as a time to think about, the present is intriguing.

It's not the gods But our own hearts We need to fear. The evil starts Against all odds Not there but here.

I'm not sure anyone can understand a whole life, even their own.

Behind every door on every ordinary street, in every hut in every ordinary village in this middling planet of a trivial star, such riches are to be found. The strange journeys we undertake on our earthly pilgrimage, the joy and suffering we taste or confer, the chance events that leave us together or apart, what a complex trace they leave: so personal as to be almost incommunicable, so fugitive as to be almost irrecoverable.

I don't think anyone should be banned. If you don't like a book, set it aside.