In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of memory. It's impossible to separate the two ingredients. — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
What folly made young people, even those in middle age, think they were immortal? How much better, their lives, if they could remember the… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“What sense did the world make? Where was God, the Bloody Fool? Did He have no notion of fair and unfair? Couldn't He read… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit. — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off. — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“But since the world is imperfect, we must put blinders on the senses.” — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“And the further they go, the more they'll remember, they can take it from me.” — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
World can be a bewildering place,and dreams and ambitions are often paths to the most pernicious of traps — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“In those days," continued Ishvar, "it seemed to me that that was all one could expect in life. A harsh road strewn with sharp… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“God is dead," said Maneck. "That's what a German philosopher wrote." She was shocked. "Trust the Germans to say such things," she frowned. "And… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“Where humans were concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure; and sorrow, for the hopelessness of it… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“I've done lots of jobs. Right now, I'm a hair collector." "That's good", said Ishvar tentatively. "What do you have to do as a… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
