Small things start us in new ways of thinking.
V.S. NAIPAULSmall things start us in new ways of thinking.
V.S. NAIPAULThere are two ways of talking. One is the easy way, where you talk lightly, and the other one is the considered way. The considered way is what I have put my name to.
V.S. NAIPAULIf a writer doesn’t generate hostility, he is dead.
V.S. NAIPAULIn the beginning, before the arrival of the white men, I had considered myself neutral. I had wanted neither side to win, neither the army nor the rebels. As it turned out, both sides lost.
V.S. NAIPAULAs a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother’s house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are.
V.S. NAIPAULMen need history; it helps them to have an idea of who they are. But history, like sanctity, can reside in the heart; it is enough that there is something there.
V.S. NAIPAULWhatever extra there is in me at any given moment isn’t fully formed. I am hardly aware of it; it awaits the next book. It will – with luck – come to me during the actual writing, and it will take me by surprise
V.S. NAIPAULIf writers just sit and talk about oppression, they are not going to do much writing.
V.S. NAIPAULWe cannot understand all the traits we have inherited. Sometimes we can be strangers to ourselves.
V.S. NAIPAULI’m my own writer. My material means I’m entirely separate.
V.S. NAIPAULI will say I am the sum of my books.
V.S. NAIPAULAnd it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of victory fills a moment and then is over.
V.S. NAIPAULEach book, intuitively sensed and, in the case of fiction, intuitively worked out, stands on what has gone before, and grows out of it.
V.S. NAIPAULOne always writes comedy at the moment of deepest hysteria.
V.S. NAIPAULI have trusted to my intuition to find the subjects, and I have written intuitively. I have an idea when I start, I have a shape; but I will fully understand what I have written only after some years.
V.S. NAIPAULI always knew who I was and where I had come from. I was not looking for a home in other people’s lands.
V.S. NAIPAUL