In a way my reputation has become that of the curmudgeon.
V.S. NAIPAULIt is wrong to have an ideal view of the world. That’s where the mischief starts. That’s where everything starts unravelling.
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The writer is all alone.
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In 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.
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His ignorance seemed to widen with everything he read.
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Judgment is contained in the act of trying to understand.
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The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves.
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I 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.
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The family feuds or the village feuds often had to do with an idea of honor. Perhaps it was a peasant idea; perhaps this idea of honor is especially important to a society without recourse to law or without confidence in law.
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When I learnt to write I became my own master, I became very strong, and that strength is with me to this very day.
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Life is a helluva thing. You can see trouble coming and you can’t do a damn thing to prevent it coming. You just got to sit and watch and wait.
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Some writers can only deal with childhood experience, because it’s complete. For another kind of writer, life goes on, and he’s able to keep processing that as well.
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I don’t feel I can speak with authority for many other people.
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The ancillary aspect of every British city now is the council estate.
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And 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.
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I profoundly feel that people are letting you down all the time.
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It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.
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