You Know, I Can Imagine Not Writing

In Spite Of All Temptations Of Belonging To Many Nations, I've Remained An Indian.

I Want My Books To Sell, To Be Read. I'm Not Interested In Being Obscure.

Put Your Backbone Where Your Wishbone Is.

Behind Every Door On Every Ordinary Street, In Every Hut In Every Ordinary Village In This Middling Planet Of A Trivial Star, Such Riches Are To Be Found. The Strange Journeys We Undertake On Our Earthly Pilgrimage, The Joy And Suffering We Taste Or Confer, The Chance Events That Leave Us Together Or Apart, What A Complex Trace They Leave: So Personal As To Be Almost Incommunicable, So Fugitive As To Be Almost Irrecoverable.

Think Of Many Things. Never Place Your Happiness In One Person's Power. Be Just To Yourself.