I Didn't Become A Writer To Write

Doubt, It Seems To Me, Is The Central Condition Of A Human Being In The Twentieth Century.

I Stand With Charlie Hebdo, As We All Must, To Defend The Art Of Satire.

In An Ideal World, You Could Reunite The Pakistan-occupied Part Of Kashmir With The Indian-occupied Part And Restore The Old Borders. You Could Have Both India And Pakistan Agreeing To Guarantee Those Borders, Demilitarise The Area, And To Invest In It Economically. In A Sane World That Would Happen, But We Don't Live In A Sane World.

Meaning Is A Shaky Edifice We Build Out Of Scraps, Dogmas, Childhood Injuries, Newspaper Articles, Chance Remarks, Old Fillms, Small Victories, People Hated, People Loved; Perhaps It Is Because Our Sense Of What Is The Case Is Constructed From Such Inadequate Materials That We Defend It So Fiercely, Even To Death.

My Grandmother Was Very Fierce And Gruff. She Was Quite Small, But She Was Very Wide.