No sight better expresses the politics of aid, the dynamics of the West and the developing countries, than the image of children, happy or in need.
Is that not the Promethean fable, that the fire stolen from the gods will light men their way even while it burns their hands?
Our choices are made, our will flexed, in the teeth of events that overwhelm us and devour us.
When evil enters the world, do you think it comes with horns and cloven feet, billowing some foul stench?
I am too much of an imitator to be a true writer.
Difficult questions can have simple answers.
Everything new is on the rim of our view, in the darkness, below the horizon, so that nothing new is visible but in the light of what we know.
At every stage, the world that breaks in through our senses struggles to find a footing in our brains. We might liken memories to the messages recorded on tape, but we mistake the message for the medi...
Zafar argues that the greatest influence on a writer may be on her psychic dispositions as a writer. Reading Philip Roth, writes Zafar, might clear the way of inhibitions that held you back from writi...
Then, as now, I believe that the English use language to hide what they mean.