In The Beginning, Before The Arrival Of

If You Write A Novel Alone You Sit And You Weave A Little Narrative. And It's O.k., But It's Of No Account.

My Publisher, Who Was So Good As A Taster And Editor, When She Became A Writer, Lo And Behold, It Was All This Feminine Tosh.

We Made No Inquiries About India Or About The Families People Had Left Behind. When Our Ways Of Thinking Had Changed, And We Wished To Know, It Was Too Late. I Know Nothing Of The People On My Father's Side; I Know Only That Some Of Them Came From Nepal

You Can't Deny What You've Learned; You Can't Deny Your Travels; You Can't Deny The Nature Of Your Life.

The World Outside Existed In A Kind Of Darkness; And We Inquired About Nothing.