Dullness Is A Kind Of Luxury.

What Was The Duty Of The Teacher If Not To Inspire?

I Am Aware Of Myself As A Four-hundred-year-old Woman, Born In The Captivity Of A Colonial, Pre-industrial Oral Culture And Living Now As A Contemporary New Yorker.

I Flew Into A Small Airport Surrounded By Cornfields And Pastures, Ready To Carry Out The Two Commands My Father Had Written Out For Me The Night Before I Left Calcutta: Spend Two Years Studying Creative Writing At The Iowa Writers Workshop, Then Come Back Home And Marry The Bridegroom He Selected For Me From Our Caste And Class.

A Farmer Is Dependent On Too Many Things Outside His Control; It Makes For Modesty.

Ancestral Habits Of Mind Can Be Constricting; They Also Confer One's Individuality.