When she looked at him now, she couldn't help thinking that the man he had become bore so little resemblance to the boy he had been. His smile was the only piece of baggage he had carried with him from… — 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 Image
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 Image
Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear. — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
It is such a supreme folly to believe that nuclear weapons are deadly only if they're used. — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Truly, there's no alternative to stupidity. Cretinism is the mother of fascism. I have no defence against it, really… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
