“As for the young man carrying the groceries, he was a thin, fair-skinned young man, and I would have said that he had been born in the house. He had the vacant, dog-like expressions that house-born slaves, as I remembered,… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
“In his original design the solicitor's clerk seemed to have forgotten the need for a staircase to link both the floors, and what he had provided had the appearance of an afterthought. Doorways had been punched in the eastern wall and a rough wooden staircase - heavy planks on an uneven frame with one warped unpainted banister, the whole covered… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share
“What matters in the end in literature, what is always there, is the truly good. And -- though played out forms can throw up miraculous sports like The Importance of Being Earnest or Decline and Fall-- what is good is always what is new, in both form and content. What is good forgets whatever models it might have had, and… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share
“Though no one recognized his strength, Anand was among the strong. His satirical sense kept him aloof. At first this was only a pose,… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
“It was as Nazruddin had said, when I asked him about visas and he had said that bank notes were better. 'You can always… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
“attributed the decay of Hindu society in Trinidad to the rise of the timorous, weak, non-beating class of husband.” — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
“It was not long after that Ganesh saw a big new notice in the shop, painted on cardboard. ‘Is Leela self who write that,’ Ramlogan said. ‘I didn’t ask she to write it, mind you. She just sit down quiet quiet one morning after tea and write it off.’ It read: NOTICE NOTICE, IS. HEREBY; PROVIDED: THAT, SEATS! ARE, PROVIDED.… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share
“I knew there was something that separated me from Ferdinand and the life of the bush about me. And it was because I had… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
“In my late thirties the dream of disappointment and exhaustion had been the dream of the exploding head: the dream of a noise in my head so loud and long that I felt with the brain that survived that the brain could not survive; that this was death. Now, in my early fifties, after my illness, after I had left… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share
“On the front cover of Newsweek reviews "A House for Mr. Biswas" as "a marvelous prose epic that matches the best 19th century novels… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
“For when one thinks of Guiana one thinks of a country whose inadequate resources are strained in every way, a country whose geography imposes… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
“Ah, sahib. I know you just come to comfort a old man left to live by hisself. Soomintra say I too old-fashion. And Leela,… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
“Misir’s first story was about a man who had been out of work for months and was starving. His five children were starving; his… — V.S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
