“There was just enough room for the tonga to get through among the bullock-carts, rickshaws, cycles and pedestrians who thronged both the road and the pavement--which they shared with barbers plying their trade out of doors, fortune-tellers, flimsy tea-stalls, vegetable-stands,… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
Realism hasn't fallen out of favor with most people, who are interested in people's lives rather than gymnastics of style or literary trends. It's… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
I don't think anyone should be banned. If you don't like a book, set it aside. — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
It's not the gods But our own hearts We need to fear. The evil starts Against all odds Not there but here. — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
“But what should I do?' Varun was saying. 'I'm not good for anything.' 'Write a book! Pull a rickshaw! Live! Don't make excuses,' said… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
“In a clear brook With joyful haste The whimsical trout Shot past me like an arrow I play the line of the song, I… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
I don't think people give Indian society enough credit. We may not like to talk much about things but we do, basically, want to… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
The problem with too beautiful a view is that it's alright for the mulling stage. But for the writing stage, you want to be… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
“Romantic retrospect aside, the night spent in the truck is distinctly unpleasant. We are cramped and cold. The much-vaunted heating of the truck is… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth? — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
“Well, what do you think? Avanti?" "Avanti," cries everyone, and, after a few quick re-tunings of our instruments, and re-initialisings of our hearts, we… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
Behind every door on every ordinary street, in every hut in every ordinary village in this middling planet of a trivial star, such riches… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
