“What will happen to the flowers, now that you are gone? The earth that clings to the steps, the tulsi that begins to sprout. The colors that brighten the darkness of the stairs, the scents that perfume the air. Must… — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
“Sarita's been so busy exercising her brain that she hasn't had time for her heart, the poor thing.” — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
“What did religion do to people, to provoke such obstinancy, such hysteria - how did it push people to the stage of torturing themselves… — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
“I made sure we fucked whenever the conversations got too emotional or too long - we weren't lesbians, after all.” — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
“I never knew what language they'd lapse into when fucked - Urdu or Telugu or a mix of both (only the techies came in… — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
“See those people holding hands?" he asked at the candlelight vigil outside the still-smoking Taj Hotel. "They're neither Hindus nor Muslims, but citizens of… — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
“Samson had his Delilah, Adam his Eve, and the Jazter had you. Already, I can see my epitaph. "Here lies Jaz, lover of his… — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
“Potom zamru svi zvuci, svjetla se zamrače, a njegove oči sklope, i njemu se učini kao da počinje neki film...” — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
To think I need a gun to protect against those who'd kill me for being Muslim ... It's too bad they don't know about… — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
“Maybe it was the novels I read - the racier Mills & Boon romances of late, Danielle Steel instructing me on international sex and sin.” — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
