“So much is kept off limits these days. There are things we don't speak of, things we not only don't remember but carefully forget, places we do not stray into, memories we bury or reshape. That is the way we… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share Image
“What did they do with the mango-stone I sometimes found in their bedroom in the morning? All chewed up and wasted; rubbed out like a rock smoothed in a desert, or a gift passed from one to the other over and over again, mouth to mouth. Mango for the skin? A body tonic? For the lips? A lubricant for them… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share
“On this side of the wall is our house; in our backyard there is nothing. Nothing but red dust and round-headed black ants streaming and one juicy banana trunk stabbed brown--jab jab jab--never dead. I am always looking over the wall for Tissa.” — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share
“The time when it seemed friends became enemies and enemies became friends. But then that's perhaps the way it is, always. Nobody knows who… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share Image
“I like to know about the world beyond our shores. About faraway countries where people behave differently. I like to hear about their food… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share Image
“I carry more than dreams. There is so much in my head I wonder how I will ever get it out. How do I… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share Image
“So much is kept off limits these days. There are things we don't speak of, things we not only don't remember but carefully forget,… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share Image
