I Don't Think People Give

And An Equation Is The Same Whether It's Written In Red Or Green Ink

I Don't Pick And Choose Subjects Or Settings; They Pick And Choose Me.

Music, Such Music, Is A Sufficient Gift. Why Ask For Happiness; Why Hope Not To Grieve? It Is Enough, It Is To Be Blessed Enough, To Live From Day To Day And To Hear Such Music-not Too Much, Or The Soul Could Not Sustain It-from Time To Time.

There Are Plenty Of Good Indian Writers In English, And None Of Us Feel We Are Carrying The Burden Of Being A Poster Boy.

It Is Exciting To Write About The Present Once One Gets Beyond The Trivia Of The Moment. As A Time To Live In, As A Time To Think About, The Present Is Intriguing.