Cosmetic companies are trying to turn India into a nation of Albinos. No dark area on any part of the body. Except maybe our hearts. Got a cream for that?

Fall in love so madly that every leaf whispers words of love to your lover. Every raindrop explodes with only one word as it hits the Earth.

I tell a story, and therefore I exist.

A story is the relationship that you develop between who you are, or who you potentially are, and the infinite world.

Why should the simple fact of your having more money entitle you to a greater share of the Earth's limited natural resources?

Panic is the great access of creativity because that's the only way to get rid of your mind.

I am far more comfortable with failure than I ever will be with success.

In India, the corrupt accuse the corrupt of being corrupt and the corrupt investigate the corrupt and absolve the corrupt of being corrupt.

Lessons of Life: When you stop yearning, When you stop aspiring. You stop living.

True love can exist only in freedom from possession.

If time has no beginning and no end, everything is happening, will happen, has happened, at the same moment. All eternity in a single moment.

What the hell difference does it make left or right? There were good men lost on both sides.

Then fear will grow pale and fade away, and you will be free, through your faith in our strong and living Savior, Jesus Christ.

I promised to always bring up a glass of water to her before we go to bed, and she promised to never let me dress myself.

I was unnerved to learn in my twenties that the poems of Emily Dickinson that I had memorized as a girl were not the poems as she had written them.

Something is always wanting to incomplete fortune. [Lat., Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.]

There are very few really stark black and white stories.

In a self-respecting India, is not every woman's virtue as much every man's concern as his own sister's?

You're splitting?" "No sh*it, Sherlock.

In the sky we had rediscovered the moving principle of any work of art: the light, and the motion of color.

I'm interested in the possibility of fiction which straddles narrative and essay.