“Do you make all your life’s big decisions based on mobile phone videos?” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“For one struck down by Cupid’s bow Life becomes burdensome, isn’t that so?” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“Even in the most uneventful of our lives, we are called upon to choose our battles...” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“In the years to come, when the war became a way of life, there would be books and films and photo exhibitions… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot - that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful,… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“In this way the insurrection began. Death was everywhere. Death was everything. Career. Desire. Dream. Poetry. Love. Youth itself. Dying became just… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“And on Ammu's road (to Age and Death) a small, sunny meadow appeared. Copper grass spangled with blue butterflies. Beyond it, an… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“Death was everywhere. Death was everything. Career. Desire. Dream. Poetry. Love. Youth itself. Dying became just another way of living.” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
I'm not somebody who plans my life. In fact, I don't know what's going to happen here in India, it's such a… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
The only dream worth having, I told her, is to dream that you will live while you're alive and die only when… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
As a woman who grew up in a village in India, I've spent my whole life fighting tradition. There's no way that… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
Everybody can't have the life of a normal, average American person in India - they can't. So, it's about egalitarianism. It's about… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
I really worry about these political people that have no personal life. If there's nothing that's lovely, and if there's nothing that's… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“Death was everywhere. Death was everything. Career. Desire. Dream. Poetry. Love. Youth itself. Dying became just another way of living. Graveyards sprang… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“It was the kind of time in the life of a family when something happens to nudge its hidden morality from its… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“If you’ll pardon me for making this somewhat prosaic observation – maybe that’s what life is, or ends up being most of… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
I think people ease into this careerist professionalism, so if you're a writer it's your job to manufacture books as opposed to… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“They wore their anguish like armour, their anger slung across their bodies like ammunition belts. At that moment, perhaps because they were… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
It was a grand old house, the Ayemenem House, but aloof-looking. As though it had little to do with the people who… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“It wasn't what lay at the end of her road that frightened Ammu as much as the nature of the road itself.… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
We must pay close attention to those with another imagination: an imagination outside of capitalism, as well as communism. We will soon… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“Then to give the kids a historical perspective, Chacko told them about the earth woman. He made them imagine that the earth… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“She discovered that underneath the aspect of the Rumpled Porcupine, a tortured Marxist was at war with an impossible, incurable Romantic -… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“When Khubchand, his beloved, blind, bald, incontinent seventeen-year-old mongrel, decided to stage a miserable, long-drawn-out death, Estha nursed him through his final… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“For the first time in her life, Tilo felt that her body had enough room to accommodate all its organs.” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
The American way of life is not sustainable. It doesn’t acknowledge that there is a world beyond America. — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
Margaret Kochamma's tiny, ordered life relinquished itself to this truly baroque bedlam with the quiet gasp of a warm body entering a… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“For the first time in her life, Tilo felt that her body had enough room to accomodate all of its organs.” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
To annihilate indigenous populations eventually paves the way to our own annihilation. They are the only people who practice sustainable living. We… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“Suddenly Ammu hoped that it had been him that Rahel saw him in the march. She hoped it had been him that… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
...As the disparity between the rich and the poor grows, the fight to corner resources is intensifying. To push through their "sweetheart deals," to… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
In 2001, we were told that the war in Afghanistan was a feminist mission. The marines were liberating Afghan women from the Taliban. Can… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear. — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
Fiction and non-fiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons I do not fully understand, fiction dances out of me. Non-fiction is… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
NGOs have a complicated space in neoliberal politics. They are supposed to mop up the anger. Even when they are doing good work, they… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
I've never been that person who thought that because I've written one novel, I should write another and another. It's only when there was… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
It is such a supreme folly to believe that nuclear weapons are deadly only if they're used. — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
I think one of the saddest things that's happening to literature is that it's getting over-simplified by this diet of simple political ideas. — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
The only dream worth having, I told her, is to dream that you will live while you're alive and die only when you're dead. — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
But what was there to say? Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
Truly, there's no alternative to stupidity. Cretinism is the mother of fascism. I have no defence against it, really… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
“...the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
“stilts, the ground floors given over to parking. It’s a good idea in this car-maddened city,” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
“Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share
