Writers interest me for their style, their obsessions, the ways in which they approach the world.
While I ridicule books of self-help, I'm also quite susceptible to them. They help simplify things.
What is the difference between the novelist and the liar? At some moments, I have often wondered.
To write what is not dead on the page, one has to be open to all kinds of disturbances and challenges and confusion.
To my mind, a journalist needs to espouse objectivity and distance, while a writer practises an art that is more free.
The writer will write in his or her words, but the readers, even when they are not reading you, will take it elsewhere entirely.
The recurring question that anyone from Bihar gets is whether Patna has improved. I'm not interested in answering that question.
Our public culture is one in which only the young and the beautiful will succeed. If you're forty, you're finished.
One of my earliest lessons in guilt was imparted in childhood through the story of the death of Mahatma Gandhi's father.
In the poetry of immigrants, nostalgia is as common as confetti at parades or platitudes at political conventions.
Our public culture is one in which only the young and the beautiful will succeed. If you're forty, you're finished.
I'm not ashamed to confess that I often note down many of the crazy things my children say.
The writer will write in his or her words, but the readers, even when they are not reading you, will take it elsewhere entirely.
Muslim anger has, of course, been stoked by America's war in Iraq and by Israel's brutal policies toward Palestine and Lebanon.
Neither the writer nor the reader can save the world by themselves. Or escape it entirely.
I have to tell you, when I hear the song 'Jiya ho Bihar ke Lala,' I want to throw the history books out of the window and dance!
My past makes me an insider, but my profession makes me an outsider. A writer always stands outside to report on reality.
I have always kept notes and have kept letters from my friends and mother, which is rather depressing, as it takes you to the past.
Capitalism might everywhere be spreading havoc, but it is also triumphant everywhere.