I think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and melody.

The kindness that's been shown to me, by doctors as well as my family and my friends, it's really saved my life.

It haunted him all night, while he slept alone; it was still there in the morning, when he swallowed his coffee and backed down the driveway in the crumpled old Ford. And riding to work, one of the youngest and healthiest passengers on the train, he sat with the look of a man condemned to a very slow, painless death. He felt middle-aged.

You have to start over. That's what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really "starting over." More like "continuing without.

My mother wanted me to join the Indian army, as the army was seen as a decent and respectable career to have. I shocked my mother by telling her that I wanted to be a writer.

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.