I might have simply settled down into an armchair literary life. I really don't know exactly why I didn't.

With my somewhat vague aspiring mind, to be imprisoned in the rude details of a most material life was often irksome.

I might not know who I was yesterday or who I'm going to be tomorrow, but I know who I am right now.

It is curious that, with my somewhat antinomian tendencies, I should have gone to Trinity Hall - which was, and is, before all a Law College - and should thus have been thrown into close touch with the legal element in life.

If you actually get down to the nitty-gritty of the average Pakistani, the average Indian, the average whoever, what you really do know emotionally is that they're exactly the same.

Darkness crept through. Shadows pried at doors, teased dull edges of recollections that never quite took hold. Memories that would have shriveled under the blinding sun of daylight. And reason.