Jhumpa Lahiri

Sexy means loving someone you donot know.

— Jhumpa Lahiri

Do what I will never do.

— Jhumpa Lahiri

She has the gift of accepting her life.

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“Everything is there”

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“To Travel without moving an inch.”

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“The sunlight on her hair.”

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A writer has to true to him or herself. Period. That’s it!

— Jhumpa Lahiri

Being a writer means taking the leap from listening to saying 'Listen to me'.

— Jhumpa Lahiri

“Sexy means loving someone you do not know.”

— Jhumpa Lahiri

I wanted to pull away from the things that marked my parents as being different.

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“I watched your father killed before my eyes, she might have said.”

— Jhumpa Lahiri

The first sentence of a book is a handshake, perhaps an embrace.

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“Only then, forced at six months to confront his destiny, does he begin to cry.”

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“A woman who had fallen out of love with her life”

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“What was stored in memory was distinct from what was deliberately remembered, Augustine said.”

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“In so many ways, his family’s life feels like a string of accidents, unforeseen, unintended, one incident begetting another.”

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It interests me to imagine characters shifting from one situation and one location to another for whatever the circumstances may be.

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“So that she began to see herself more clearly, as a thin film of dust was wiped from a sheet of glass.”

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Somehow, bad news, however ridden with static, however filled with echoes, always manages to be conveyed.

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“given that she barely saw her father, given that she continued to measure out her contact with him, whether to deny herself…

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“The imperfection became a mark of distinction about their home. Something visitors noticed, the first family anecdote that was told.”

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“She had preferred being on the plane, detached from the earth, the illusion of sitting still.”

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“There was the focus of seeking pleasure, and the numbing effect, once they were finished, removing all specific thoughts from her brain.…

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“Is that what you think of when you think of me?" Gogol asks him. "Do I remind you of that night"? "Not…

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On a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment,…

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“She’d told Bela that the feeling would ebb but never fully go away. It would form part of her landscape, wherever she…

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The first sentence of a book is a handshake, perhaps an embrace. Style and personality are irrelevant. They can be formal or…

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You are still young, free.. Do yourself a favor. Before it's too late, without thinking too much about it first, pack a…

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For years, I sort of would try to write a story that somehow fit the title. And I don't think it happened…

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“When he pictured her so many thousands of miles away he plummeted, so much so that he had an overwhelming urge to…

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“Isolation offered its own form of companionship: the reliable silence of her rooms, the steadfast tranquility of the evenings. The promise that…

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“Não entendo. Como vocês foram capazes de me dar o nome de uma pessoa tão estranha? Ninguém me leva a sério”, disse…

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“You will have a wife, and children of your own, and they will want to be driven to different places at the…

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“Nor was her love for Udayan recognizable or intact. Anger was always mounted to it, zigzagging through her like some helplessly mating…

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“It was Durga Pujo, the city’s most anticipated days. The stores, the sidewalks, were overflowing. At the ends of certain alleys, or…

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“From the very beginning she had felt clear-eyed, aware that in a matter of weeks it would end. In another two weeks…

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“The next time she visits her father she’ll speak to him in English. Were her mother ever to stand before her, even…

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While the astronauts, heroes forever, spent mere hours on the moon, I have remained in this new world for nearly thirty years.…

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“The blood of too many, dissolving the very stain.”

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Relationships do not preclude issues of morality.

— Jhumpa Lahiri