The world is full of love stories, and all lovers are in a sense the avatars of their predecessors.
The only people who see the whole picture,' he murmured, 'are the ones who step out of the frame.
The inevitable triumph of illusion over reality that was the single most obvious truth about the history of the human race.
The city’s streets coiled around him, writhing like serpents, London had grown unstable once again, revealing its true, capricious, tormented nature, its anguish of a city that had lost its sense of i...
The beautiful came to this city [Hollywood] in huge pathetic herds, to suffer, to be humiliated, to see the powerful currency of their beauty devalued like the Russian ruble or Argentine peso;to work...
The adult chops down his childhood to help his grown-up self. The unsentimentality is appealing, don't you think?
So the film was a kind of lie, because by existing it said: 'Observe the lengths we'll go to for your security. We'll even make you a movie about it.' Style instead of substance, the image instead of...
She watched him recede into the past as he stood...each successive moment of him passing before her eyes and being lost forever.
Sardar Harbans Singh passed away peacefully in a wicker rocking-chair in a Srinigar garden of spring flowers and honeybees with his favourite tartan rug across his knees and his beloved son, Yuvraj th...
Rich kid, Shiva yelled, you don't know one damn thing! What , man? What thing in the whole sister-sleeping world got , yara? For what reason you're rich and I'm poor? Where's the reason in starving, m...
Religion was the glue of Pakistan, holding the halves together; just as consciousness, the awareness of oneself as a homogenous entity in time, a blend of past and present, is the glue of personality,...
People retreated behind their front doors into the hidden zone of their private, family worlds and when outsiders asked how things were they answered, Oh, everything’s going along just fine, not much...
Only under extreme pressure can we change into that which it is in our most profound nature to become . . .That is what people get wrong about transformation. We're not all shallow proteans, forever s...
Nothing comes from nothing, Thieflet; no story comes from nowhere; new stories are born from old--it is the new combinations that make them new.
More seriously-and this is probably why there has been a lot of garbage talked about a lost generation-it was easy to see, all over the landscape of contemporary fiction, the devastating effect of the...
Meaning is a shaky edifice we build out of scraps, dogmas, childhood injuries, newspaper articles, chance remarks, old fillms, small victories, people hated, people loved; perhaps it is because our se...
Maybe unhappiness is the continuum through which a human life moves, and joy just a series of blips, of islands in the stream.
In the home of this music, alas, religious fanatics have lately started killing the musicians. They think the music is an insult to god, who gave us voices but does not wish us to sing, who gave us fr...
In spite of all evidence that life is discontinuous, a valley of rifts, and that random chance plays a great part in our fates, we go on believing in the continuity of things, in causation and meaning...
If you were an atheist, Birbal, the Emperor challenged his first minister, what would you say to the true believers of all the great religions of the world? Birbal was a devout Brahmin from Trivikramp...