A Cat Only Has Itself.

All The Things That Were Read To Me By My Father Were Stories About Things Becoming All Right.

After All, We Make Ourselves According To The Ideas We Have Of Our Possibilities.

All The Details Of The Life And The Quirks And The Friendships Can Be Laid Out For Us, But The Mystery Of The Writing Will Remain. No Amount Of Documentation, However Fascinating, Can Take Us There.

Trinidad May Seem Complex, But To Anyone Who Knows It, It Is A Simple, Colonial, Philistine Society.

We Made No Inquiries About India Or About The Families People Had Left Behind. When Our Ways Of Thinking Had Changed, And We Wished To Know, It Was Too Late. I Know Nothing Of The People On My Father's Side; I Know Only That Some Of Them Came From Nepal