So Many Indian Novels, Quite

In A Painting, You Can't Make Out Whether The Artist Painted The Left Eye Before The Right Eye. In Chinese Calligraphy, You Can See The Progression Of The Artist's Stroke.

But I Too Hate Long Books: The Better, The Worse. If They're Bad They Merely Make Me Pant With The Effort Of Holding Them Up For A Few Minutes. But If They're Good, I Turn Into A Social Moron For Days, Refusing To Go Out Of My Room, Scowling And Growling At Interruptions, Ignoring Weddings And Funerals, And Making Enemies Out Of Friends. I Still Bear The Scars Of Middlemarch.

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

I Don't Think Anyone Should Be Banned. If You Don't Like A Book, Set It Aside.

All Over India, All Over The World, As The Sun Or The Shadow Of Darkness Moves From East To West, The Call To Prayer Moves With It, And People Kneel Down In A Wave To Pray To God. Five Waves Each Day - One For Each Namaaz - Ripple Across The Globe From Longitude To Longitude. The Component Elements Change Direction, Like Iron Filings Near A Magnet - Towards The House Of God In Mecca.