After all, our lives are but a sequence of accidents - a clanking chain of chance events. A string of choices, casual or deliberate, which add up to ….

In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of me….

...there was another, gorier parturition, when two nations incarnated out of one. A foreigner drew a magic line on a map and called it the new border….

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off..

…God is a giant quiltmaker. With an infinite variety of designs. And the quilt is grown so big and confusing, the pattern is impossible to see, the s….

Where humans are concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure..

The Law is a grim, unsmiling thing. Not Justice, though. Justice is witty and whimsical and kind and caring..

Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past..

If time were a bolt of cloth,” said Om, “I would cut out all the bad parts. Snip out the scary nights and stitch together the good parts, to make tim….

All fiction relies on the real world in the sense that we all take in the world through our five senses and we accumulate details, consciously or sub….

The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake.

Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize..

Children don't make judgments about which details are important... a child captures them all..

Money can buy the necessary police order. Justice is sold to the highest bidder.

The worst part of great poverty is that you become blind to it..

Zoroastrianism is about the opposition of good and evil. For the triumph of good, we have to make a choice. We can enlist on the side of good by pros….

How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives ….

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life..

There didn't seem to her any harm in it, and the make-believe was so comforting..

Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit..

There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience..