Then there are the addicts, the hunger addicts, the rage addicts, the poverty addicts , and power addicts, and the pure addicts who are addicted not to substances but to the oblivion and the tenderness the substances engender. An addict,… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
The world is on fire; time is a bomb. Ten thousand years are not enough When so much remains to be done — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
Come on, a 25-page digression on god? You can’t have that kind of thing, cut it out!” — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
“You die. You get old and die. Your anger curdles, your grief dries, your talent fades on the page. Your cells metastasise into an… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
Then there are the addicts, the hunger addicts, the rage addicts, the poverty addicts , and power addicts, and the pure addicts who are… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
“Those who say time heals and death resolves are speaking falsely or thoughtlessly or without the experience of loss.” — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
“He read because it gave him instant gratification in a way nothing else did,and as was the case with all addicts,gratification was the important… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
“To want is to wait, as I do in the place I know, my breathing loud and single as the room, its smell of… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
Because now there's time enough not to hurry, to light the lamp and open the window to the moon and take a moment to… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
“There’s been some discussion as to why God created the world. Let me clear it up. He made the world because that’s what he… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
“In the sky was a sliver of moon. What kind of moon? A moon like a clipped fingernail, like a smudge of powdered sugar,… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
I found Bombay and opium, the drug and the city, the city of opium and the drug Bombay — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
All I did was write it down, one word after the other, beginning and ending with the same one, Bombay. — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
