...despite all this, it is still hard to admit that there is no one more English than the Indian, no one more Indian than the English. There are still young white men who are angry about that; who will roll out at closing time into the poorly lit streets with a kitchen knife wrapped in a tight fist. But it makes an immigrant laugh to hear the fears of the nationalist, scared of infection, penetration, miscegenation, when this is small fry, peanuts, compared to what the immigrant fears - dissolution, disappearance.

I don't actually believe in the extension of consciousness after death.

Without the balancing context of everyday life, all you have is the news, and news by its nature is generally bad.

Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand - but tell it.

For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt--something is gained but something is lost.

In the end, your past is not my past and your truth is not my truth and your solution - is not my solution.

Try to read your own work as a stranger would read it, or even better, as an enemy would.