Sometimes, I think the best kind of poem is one in which there is an acute balance between what is humorous and that which is very serious. That balance is very hard to strike. But it can be done.

For the storyteller, for the arrowmaker, language does indeed represent the only chance for survival.

There is a great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one's life. It happens that we return to such places in our minds irresistibly. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them walked in them lived in them even for a day, we keep forever in the mind's eye. They become indispensable to our well-being; they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there, or there.

Writing is not a matter of choice. Writers have to write. It is somehow in their temperament, in the blood, in tradition.

My father was a painter and he taught art. He once said to me, 'I never knew an Indian child who could not draw.'

Indians are marvelous storytellers. In some ways, that oral tradition is stronger than the written tradition.