In our island myth this was the prescribed end of marriages like mine: the wife goes off with someone from the Cercle Sportif, outside whose gates at night the willingly betrayed husband waits in his motorcar. The circumstances were slightly. — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe. — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
In Trinidad, where as new arrivals we were a disadvantaged community, that excluding idea was a kind of protection; it enabled us - for… — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
Many writers tend to write summing-up books at the end of their lives. — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
If you decide to move to another country and to live within its laws you don't express your disregard for the essence of the… — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
To this day, if you ask me how I became a writer, I cannot give you an answer. To this day, if you ask… — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
In our island myth this was the prescribed end of marriages like mine: the wife goes off with someone from the Cercle Sportif, outside… — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
In the beginning, before the arrival of the white men, I had considered myself neutral. I had wanted neither side to win, neither the… — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
