Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to bed. This was the best time of day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go.
If loneliness is part of our essence, that is, our essential nature, that is only because of the way, in practical terms, we actually exist; that is, the way we move and work and live in the world.
Martyrdom is the only way a man can become famous without ability.
States are like people. They do not question the awful status quo until some dramatic event overturns the conventional and lax way of thinking.
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.
Rebellion cannot exist without the feeling that somewhere, in some way, you are justified.
For me, poetry is a situation – a state of being, a way of facing life and facing history.
All questions of process require an answer that begins with a very important sentence, and the sentence is: ‘Everybody is different.’ Whatever way of working you name – methodical, haphazard, gets up early in the morning, sleeps all day, works at night, revises immensely, never revises at all – someone has made great work with that way.
People’s identities as Indians, as Asians, or as members of the human race, seemed to give way – quite suddenly – to sectarian identification with Hindu, Muslim, or Sikh communities.