He who searches for his beloved is not afraid of the world.
My life has gotten a little more complicated than my ability to describe it. That used to be the definition of madness, now it's just continuous overload.
The picture of Mother Teresa that I remember from my childhood is of a short, sari-wearing woman scurrying down a red gravel path between manicured lawns. She would have in tow one or two slower-footed, sari-clad young Indian nuns. We thought her a freak. Probably wed picked up on unvoiced opinions of our Loreto nuns.
Bengalis love to celebrate their language, their culture, their politics, their fierce attachment to a city that has been famously dying for more than a century. They resent with equal ferocity the reflex stereotyping that labels any civic dysfunction anywhere in the world 'another Calcutta. '
A farmer is dependent on too many things outside his control; it makes for modesty.
[On her writing agenda:] Make the familiar exotic; the exotic familiar.
My first novel, 'The Tiger's Daughter,' embodies the loneliness I felt but could not acknowledge, even to myself, as I negotiated the no man's land between the country of my past and the continent of my present.
I don't do yoga. I bite the hella outta my nails. I smoke, I eat all the wrong food, I don't exercise.
I want people to know what they didn't know about me. I just wanted them to know the real side.
A writer or any suffering artist-to-be is just an instrument too finely set to the human condition [. . . ]
Long pains are light ones, Cruel ones are brief!