What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.
VIKRAM SETHWhat is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.
VIKRAM SETHTo not be able to love the one you love is to have your life wrenched away.
VIKRAM SETHI’m not sure anyone can understand a whole life, even their own.
VIKRAM SETHQuietly they moved down the calm and sacred river that had come down to earth so that its waters might flow over the ashes of those long dead, and that would continue to flow long after the human race had, through hatred and knowledge, burned itself out.
VIKRAM SETHThink of many things. Never place your happiness in one person’s power. Be just to yourself.
VIKRAM SETHThe past is the past, and he can’t make amends, only hope that the gain will outlast the damage.
VIKRAM SETHEvery object strives for its proper place. A book seeks to be near its truest admirer. Just as this helpless moth seeks to be near the candle that infatuates him.
VIKRAM SETHIt is exciting to write about the present once one gets beyond the trivia of the moment. As a time to live in, as a time to think about, the present is intriguing.
VIKRAM SETHOf course, the greater one’s need, the greater one’s propensity to be mesmerized.
VIKRAM SETHAnd an equation is the same whether it’s written in red or green ink.
VIKRAM SETHAnd the process of reading is such a private one. I once came into a room where a friend of mine was reading one of my books, and he clicked his tongue impatiently and shooed me off.
VIKRAM SETHI have a reputation for being hermitlike. I’m not. I’m just obsessed with my work.
VIKRAM SETHI think goodness is about how person behaves to person, and also person to world, to nature.
VIKRAM SETHI think it’s possible to be multi-rooted, rather like a banyan tree, without being deracinated.
VIKRAM SETHThere are plenty of good Indian writers in English, and none of us feel we are carrying the burden of being a poster boy.
VIKRAM SETHAll you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right, An emptiness above– Know that you aren’t alone. The whole world shares your tears, Some for two nights or one, And some for all your years.
VIKRAM SETH