Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My

Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

The Indian Story Has Never Been Written. Maybe I Am The Man To Do It.

No One Connected Intimately With A Writer Has Any Appreciation Of His Temperament, Except To Think Him Overdoing Everything.

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?