If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

The perfect borscht is what life should be but never is.

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings.

I am itching to criticize some well-regarded writers' works, but I am not doing it because I am perfectly aware that my critique could easily be reduced to envy or just plain meanness.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all.

You don't want your neurosurgeon to have doubts about the meaning of it all while he or she is operating on your brain.

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.

I had an epiphany: I was a loser.

I do not hurt people, they just make me do it.

I’ve married a man who is so afraid of living, he’d rather destroy the very thing that makes him feel alive.

Many crores of rupees are squandered in this country by way offering gratitude to God and bribing Him to gain greater and greater wealth.

A tale spinner's goal is entertainment.

The drug war is a holocaust in slow motion.

I do not define my job in any rigid terms but in terms of having the flexibility to what seems to me to be in the best interests of the company at any times.

It is not easy to distinguish between true and false affection, unless there occur one of those crises in which, as gold is tried by fire, so a faithful friendship may be tested by danger.

A lot of the experiences I write about could be described as grasping for boundaries, trying to find the limits of things.

I am a lolita. I don't believe in growing up. No matter how old I get I remain devoted to ruffles and frills

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.