Inconvenience In Progress, Work Is Regretted.

In A Sense, Being A Full-time Writer Is Less Fun Because There's No Office To Go To Anymore, There's No Set Routine, There's No Schedule. It Can Be Quite Isolating.

I Gather You Yellow-skinned Men, Despite Your Triumphs In Sewage, Drinking Water, And Olympic Gold Medals, Still Don't Have Democracy. Some Politician On The Radio Was Saying That That's Why We Indian Are Going To Beat You: We May Not Have Sewage, Drinking Water, And Olympic Gold Medals, But We Do Have Democracy. If I Were Making A Country, I'd Get The Sewage Pipes First, Then The Democracy, Then I'd Go About Giving Pamphlets And Statues Of Gandhi To Other People, But What Do I Know? I Am Just A Murderer!

Here's A Strange Fact: Murder A Man, And You Feel Responsible For His Life - ''possessive'', Even. You Know More About Him Than His Father And Mother; They Knew His Fetus, But You Know His Corpse. Only You Can Complete The Story Of His Life, Only You Know Why His Body Has To Be Pushed Into The Fire Before Its Time, And Why His Toes Curl Up And Fight For Another Hour On Earth.

Having Plenty Of Living Space Has To Be The Greatest Luxury In A City, And I Guess In Some Sense Bombay Is The Antithesis Of What Living In Canada Must Be.

Iqbal, That Great Poet, Was So Right. The Moment You Recognize What Is Beautiful In This World, You Stop Being A Slave. To Hell With The Naxals And Their Guns Shipped From China. If You Taught Every Poor Boy How To Paint, That Would Be The End Of The Rich In India.