...much Of What Was Said Did Not

Don't Correct Me, You Don't Have Any Rights Over Me." "what Kind Of Life Is This? So I Sit At Home , Entirely Dependent On This Man, And Then It Turns Out His Heart Was Never With Me. How Is It Possible To Force Someone To Love Me?

People Naturally Long For A Bit Of The Wealth That Is Whorling All Around Them, And If The Work And Education Available To Them Won't Get Them Closer To The Comforts That They See Others Enjoying, The Temptation To Take Shortcuts Can Be Fierce.

It Seemed To Him That In Annawadi, Fortunes Derived Not Just From What People Did, Or How Well They Did It, But From The Accidents And Catastrophes They Dodged. A Decent Life Was The Train That Hadn’t Hit You, The Slumlord You Hadn’t Offended, The Malaria You Hadn’t Caught.

...much Of What Was Said Did Not Matter, And That Much Of What Mattered Could Not Be Said.

Everyone In Annawadi Talks Like This: 'oh, I Will Make My Child A Doctor, A Lawyer, And He Will Make Us Rich'. It's Vanity, Nothing More. Your Little Boat Goes West And You Congratulate Yourself, 'what A Navigator I Am!' And Then The Wind Blows You East.