Was it the forgetfulness of old age or personal incapacity that made the man able to say please but not thank you?

We believe what we see.’...What do you do when you’re in the dark?

I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving. I was weeping because ....fill in the blank with whatever/whoever helped you survive... had left me so unceremoniously.

India is a place where all stories are possible. You forget that the imagination can take hold of anything and contemplate it and love it and describe it.

As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.

A great literary work can be completely, completely unpredictable. Which can sometimes make them very hard to read, but it gives them a great originality.

My greatest wish - other than salvation - was to have a book.