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.

It was a huge zoo, spread over numberless acres, big enough to require a train to explore it, though it seemed to get smaler as I grew older, train included. Now it's so small it fits in my head.

I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people's minds.

To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy...walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, 'Business as usual.' But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story. Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.

The animals might embody certain traits. We think of tigers as being ferocious, etc. But to my mind, it was the other way around: the humans embodied certain animal traits.

It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.