Making A Book Is Such A Big

To This Day, If You Ask Me How I Became A Writer, I Cannot Give You An Answer. To This Day, If You Ask Me How A Book Is Written, I Cannot Answer. For Long Periods, If I Didn't Know That Somehow In The Past I Had Written A Book, I Would Have Given Up.

Home Is, I Suppose Just A Child's Idea. A House At Night, And A Lamp In The House. A Place To Feel Safe.

The Only Lies For Which We Are Truly Punished Are Those We Tell Ourselves.

Out Of Its Squalor And Human Decay, Its Eruptions Of Butchery, India Produced So Many People Of Grace And Beauty, Ruled By Elaborate Courtesy. Producing Too Much Life, It Denied The Value Of Life; Yet It Permitted A Unique Human Development To So Many. Nowhere Were People So Heightened, Rounded And Individualistic; Nowhere Did They Offer Themselves So Fully And With Such Assurance. To Know Indians Was To Take A Delight In People As People; Every Encounter Was An Adventure. I Did Not Want India To Sink [out Of My Memory]; The Mere Thought Was Painful.

It Is Wrong To Have An Ideal View Of The World. That's Where The Mischief Starts. That's Where Everything Starts Unravelling.