But this bus was a bit too full. The driver only appeared to control the glass and metal around him. In reality, he was at the nose of a travelling paroxysm.

As the sun went down outside, the television screen started completely lighting up the room in obnoxiously bright colors at hyperactive speeds. The conversation had been slowly rising in volume and frequency, as everyone started...

We all have a book in us. The first step is recognising this. Writing it is a whole new journey.

I wonder if every girl yearns for her father’s love,almost like waiting to catch the moon hiding in the trees—beautiful, yet so eternally elusive.-MUKTA

I don’t know, Benes. I’m not sure I’ve ever really understood women for that kind of commitment.’ He flipped his beer mat up int the air with his index finger and caught it in his...

It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed.

Needs are stronger than liking.

It was a year ago today your daughter went missing.’ Bagg had closed his eyes, feeling the death going on inside.

In the temple, I sit on the cool floor next to Grandfather, beneath the stern benevolence of the goddess’s glance. Grandfather is clad in only a traditional silk dhoti–no fancy modern clothes for him. That’s...

Underneath the groundyou can’t hear a soundnot even the sweet falling rainyou might forget about tomorrowforget about the swallowsbut they won’t forget youthey won’t forget you

Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if I was looking through that same jar of honey. Maybe at...

I guess if you get too close, the twinkling stops; they don’t look like stars anymore.

She opened her eyes and looked into his rather intensely. “What?” Alex asked. “This cannot be.” “What can’t be?” Alex asked her, more bafflement in his voice this time. “I have been reading people all...

It’s amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.

It took me most of my childhood to realize that traditions have infinite power over us.-MUKTA

9 November 1989. A day nobody would forget. She had heard rumours about the wall.

He was a shadow of the man that once intimidated us out of our home, a shell of a human being, a fragment of a father.

Montag, os velhos que ficam em casa, receosos, cuidando de seus ossos quebradiços como casca de amendoim, não têm nenhum direito de criticar.

She let her mind drift, thinking about new lingerie designs, wishing she’d brought along her sketchpad. Inspiration could strike at the most inconvenient times–in the shower, in the car, on this road–but she was grateful...

Asif Ali maneuvers the gleaming Mercedes down the labyrinthine lanes of Old Kolkata with consummate skill, but his passengers do not notice how smoothly he avoids potholes, cows and beggars, how skilfully he sails through...

If loving the written word is wrong…I don’t want to be right!

Despite their macabre imaginations, they don’t believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I’ve heard his voice, soft as a lover’s whisper.

You know what people are doing on the other side of the world, what’s happening on another planet, but not what’s going on inside the person next to you.

It was the sunlight coming through the window that woke Alex up; mother nature’s own alarm clock rudely snapped him back to consciousness. The white light poured in so arrogantly that it was too much...

I had a dream. In the dream someone was critical of my newest novel The Snail’s Castle. I said, “don’t worry about it. If you don’t like it, just throw it out the window.” I...

Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA

As the sun lowered into the city’s skyline, casting an orange glow over the islands, Jana could feel people’s hopes rising.

So you’re the little smart ass from Poleglass.”I wanted to point out he sounded like Dr. Seuss but bit my lip and remembered the warning the old lady gave me.

Just read The Virtue of Minding Your Own Business. Oh my, what currents run deep! Beautifully seen, beautifully told. Praise praise praise . . . Pardon my French, but you are one darn major American...

Darkness crept through. Shadows pried at doors, teased dull edges of recollections that never quite took hold. Memories that would have shriveled under the blinding sun of daylight. And reason.

It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.

We sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.

When you turn around, you’ll see something I bet you’ve never seen before. If it takes your breath away, then you’ll fit in nicely. If you don’t feel anything, then maybe you don’t belong here.

The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.

Danilo’s was the kind of place where many drinking men come to hide, be it from their wives, in-laws, their jobs or life in general. it was where men and women can come to drink...

Elsa’s mother no longer spoke to her of men and love, but of duty and fate and accepting one’s burden. As far as Elsa could tell, if love really was the inherited female domain, then...

THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept...

As people’s hopes soared, Jana felt a tinge of fear.

He looked along the line of children, exhibits A to C of his existence and heirs to the twisted throne of his corrupt genetics.

I don’t like coming over here at night, the girl said. The bayou is scary in the dark, all manner of things running wild out there.

There comes a hush between darkness and day.Like expectation of a caress.A murmur of silence. Tree crests peeked down at Paulette through slowly lifting fog. Bark felt around for its texture again. Morning gathered and...

Quiero esperar en silencio la séptima ola. Si, aquí cuentan la historia indómita de la séptima ola. Las primeras seis son previsibles y equilibradas. Se condicionan unas a otras, no deparan sorpresas. Mantienen la continuidad....

With more time spent in their mother’s presence, Maggie kept topics of conversation to small stuff, seldom ever wanted to dig below the surface, learned from her mother: just be polite, which makes Callie’s own...

Stallions,” Frank said, “they’re fightin’ over a girl. – DANIEL’S ESPERANZA

The emotion was the most important thing.

Thomas tilted his head towards me. “Don’t mind him, he’s drunk.””Does he work for you?” I asked him. “Who, Rick? No no no. Really though, he’s a fine gentleman, if you speak to him while...

The Booker thing was a catalyst for me in a bizarre way. It’s perceived as an accolade to be published as a ‘literary’ writer, but, actually, it’s pompous and it’s fake. Literary fiction is often...

The author is impacted by a hidden insistence that takes the shape of different combinations each time adifferent text is produced but the underlying problem remains the same for him.

Mr Martinek turned back to Jana. ‘Thirty-eight per cent alcohol, sixty-two per cent fire – all the way from Karlovy Vary.

All I want is to sleep–to dream. Life is better in dreams.