“It's the eternal tragedy of being gay in Bombay," I lamented. "Never a place to yourself." With city rents so high, most sons lived with their parents until marriage - and usually well after as well.” — 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
