In the grip of a neurological disorder, I am fast losing control of words even as my relationship with the world has been reduced to them.

In the grip of a neurological disorder, I am fast losing control of words even as my relationship with the world has been reduced to them.

I've proved to be as difficult to convert as I am to hypnotize.

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a 'race' life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

I am not a political thinker. I'm not even much of a thinker. I'm a hack novelist.

What I can do for my country, I am willing to do.