My Publisher, Who Was So Good As

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.

In Trinidad, Where As New Arrivals We Were A Disadvantaged Community, That Excluding Idea Was A Kind Of Protection; It Enabled Us - For The Time Being, And Only For The Time Being - To Live In Our Own Way And According To Our Own Rules, To Live In Our Own Fading India.

Making A Book Is Such A Big Enterprise.

When I Learnt To Write I Became My Own Master, I Became Very Strong, And That Strength Is With Me To This Very Day.

Writers Should Provoke Disagreement.