Slowly, desolately, the fist of what we'd done unclenched the clawed palm of what we'd become. — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
Nothing ever fits the palm so perfectly, or feels so right, or inspires so much protective instinct as the hand of a… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
The simple and astonishing truth about India and Indian people is that when you go there, and deal with them, your heart always guides… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
I think the novel form chose me. I was a writer before I became a criminal... my first instinct was to write. — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
I look back, now, and I know that the naming moment, which seemed so insignificant then, which seemed to demand no more than an… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
“Men are just men - it is what they do, or refuse to do, that links them to good and evil. The truth is… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
Indians are the Italians of Asia and vice versa. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
A lot of bad stuff in the world wasn’t really that bad until someone tried to change it. — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
Of course I wanted to know. I was a writer. I wanted to know everything. — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
Love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever.. — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
“I know now that it's the sweet, sweating smell of hope, which is opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed,… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
“I hesitated. Karla once said that men reveal what they think when they look away, and what they feel when they hesitate. With women,… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
