The whole underneath of Paris was an ant nest, Metro tunnels, sewer shafts, catacombs, mines, cemeteries. She’d been down in the city of bones where skulls and femurs rose in yellowing walls. Right down there, win the square before them. through a dinky little entrance, were the Roman ruins like honeycomb. The trains went under...
A fictional Dystopia is better than a fake Utopia.
Reality simply consists of different points of view.
I have a healthy view of what one can do with art.
The view outside was much more important than the exhibits.
In my view, Indian Railways has immense untapped potential.
Think only of what you desire, and expect only what you desire, even when the very contrary seems to be coming into your life. Make it a point to have definite results in mind at all times. Permit no thinking to be aimless. Every aimless thought is time and energy wasted, while every thought that...
My writing flows out of my doctorhood. They are not separate things. They are one. I think the foremost connection between being a doctor and being a writer is the great privilege of having an intimate view of one’s fellow humans, the privilege of being there and helping other people at their most vulnerable moments.
I think there’s a danger of becoming too familiar with things, isn’t there? That you kind of, when you’re used to seeing the same things every day, you see those things come what may, and you don’t see maybe the interesting things just slightly out of view behind them.
I look through the cage…an absolute beauty of yours…