“She had dispersed. She was the garden at Prem Nivas (soon to be entered into the annual Flower Show), she was Veena's love of music, Pran's asthma, Maan's generosity, the survival of some refugees four years ago, the neem leaves… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
Realism hasn't fallen out of favor with most people, who are interested in people's lives rather than gymnastics of style or literary trends. It's… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
I don't think anyone should be banned. If you don't like a book, set it aside. — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
It's not the gods But our own hearts We need to fear. The evil starts Against all odds Not there but here. — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
“But what should I do?' Varun was saying. 'I'm not good for anything.' 'Write a book! Pull a rickshaw! Live! Don't make excuses,' said… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
“In a clear brook With joyful haste The whimsical trout Shot past me like an arrow I play the line of the song, I… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
I don't think people give Indian society enough credit. We may not like to talk much about things but we do, basically, want to… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
The problem with too beautiful a view is that it's alright for the mulling stage. But for the writing stage, you want to be… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
“Romantic retrospect aside, the night spent in the truck is distinctly unpleasant. We are cramped and cold. The much-vaunted heating of the truck is… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth? — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
“Well, what do you think? Avanti?" "Avanti," cries everyone, and, after a few quick re-tunings of our instruments, and re-initialisings of our hearts, we… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
Behind every door on every ordinary street, in every hut in every ordinary village in this middling planet of a trivial star, such riches… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
