You Know, I Can Imagine Not Writing

I Don't Pick And Choose Subjects Or Settings; They Pick And Choose Me.

Of Course, The Greater One's Need, The Greater One's Propensity To Be Mesmerized.

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

In A Painting, You Can't Make Out Whether The Artist Painted The Left Eye Before The Right Eye. In Chinese Calligraphy, You Can See The Progression Of The Artist's Stroke.

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.