I Read A Piece Of Writing And

All The Details Of The Life And The Quirks And The Friendships Can Be Laid Out For Us, But The Mystery Of The Writing Will Remain. No Amount Of Documentation, However Fascinating, Can Take Us There.

The Europeans Wanted Gold And Slaves, Like Everybody Else; But At The Same Time They Wanted Statues Put Up To Themselves As People Who Had Done Good Things For The Slaves.

I Think When You See So Many Hindu Temples Of The 10th Century Or Earlier Disfigured, Defaced, You Realise That Something Terrible Happened. I Feel The Civilisation Of That Closed World Was Mortally Wounded By Those Invasions The Old World Is Destroyed. That Has To Be Understood. Ancient Hindu India Was Destroyed.

Judgment Is Contained In The Act Of Trying To Understand.

As A Child I Knew Almost Nothing, Nothing Beyond What I Had Picked Up In My Grandmother's House. All Children, I Suppose, Come Into The World Like That, Not Knowing Who They Are.