Was it the forgetfulness of old age or personal incapacity that made the man able to say please but not thank you?
My alarm clock during my childhood was a pride of lions.
I thought they were helping me. I was so full of trust in them that I felt grateful as they carried me in the air. Only when they threw me overboard did I begin to have doubts.
For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out.
As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.
How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.
My ears were full. Nothing more, not one more sound, could push into them and be registered.
First wonder goes deepest; wonder after that fits in the impression made by the first.
Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.
Stories – individual stories, family stories, national stories – are what stitch together the disparate elements of human existence into a coherent whole. We are story animals.
I felt I was beating a rainbow to death.
Books, like people, can’t be reduced to the cost of the materials with which they were made. Books, like people, become unique and precious once you get to know them.
Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.
It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.
I’m not a consumer. I hate buying clothes. I don’t have a mobile. I just don’t need things. I don’t like things.
I have a story that will make you believe in God.
Blessed be shock. Blessed be the part of us that protects us from too much pain and sorrow. At the heart of life is a fusebox.
I can only tell my story, what you believe is up to you.
The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar. It was natural that, bereft and desperate as I was, in the throes of unremitting suffering. I should turn to God.
Bapu Gandhi said, ‘All religions are true.’ I just want to love God.