...Anand, look at the back of my hands. No hair. The sign of an advanced race, boy. And look at yours. No hair either. But you never know. With some of your mother's bad blood flowing in your veins you could wake up one morning and find yourself hairy like a monkey - V.S. Naipaul
I could meet dreadful people and end up seeing the world through their eyes, seeing their frailties, their needs. You refer to yourself in order to understand other people. That's the novelist's gift, isn't it? - V.S. Naipaul
It was a light which gave solidity to everything and drew colour out from the heart of objects. - V.S. Naipaul
paradise seemed further away than India, but Hell had become a bit closer - V.S. Naipaul
A complying memory has obliterated many of them and edited my childhood down to a brief cinematic blur. - V.S. Naipaul
How we flounder when emotion overtakes us. - V.S. Naipaul
Certain emotions bridge the years and link unlikely places. - V.S. Naipaul