“Her pores were like those of an orange, its skin filled with juice, which, if you applied the slightest pressure, would squirt up into your eyes. She was that fresh.” — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
...and it is also possible, that Saadat Hasan dies, but Manto remains alive. — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
But love, whether in Multan or on Siberia's icy tundra, whether in the winter or the summer, whether among the rich or the poor,… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
Hindustan had become free. Pakistan had become independent soon after its inception but man was still slave in both these countries -- slave of… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“You would have realized that it wasn't Mumtaz, a muslim, a friend of yours, but a human being you had killed. I mean, if… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“Writers rarely set out to be national writers. They need small, intimate worlds, full of details; the macro scale of countries, especially those as… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
Here in Manto's own words that he wanted to mark his grave with: "In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful Here lies… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“Manto's take on Ismat: "Ismat’s pen and tongue both run fast. When she starts writing, her ideas race ahead and the words cannot catch… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
If you cannot bear these stories then the society is unbearable. Who am I to remove the clothes of this society, which itself is… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“Look this is hardly fair. You sold me impure petrol at black-market price and not even one shop could be put to the torch.” — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
If a man has to make a woman the center of his love, why should he integrate animality into this sacred human emotion?...Is love… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
“Her pores were like those of an orange, its skin filled with juice, which, if you applied the slightest pressure, would squirt up into… — Saadat Hasan Manto Copy Share Image
