short-stories

Now and then I am asked as to __hat books a statesman should read,_ and my answer is, poetry and novels _ including short stories under the head of novels.

A good [short story] would take me out of myself and then stuff me back in, outsized, now, and uneasy with the fit.

A short story is a love affair, a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a film.

The hurts from my last day with my father are healed now, but I want to remember where they were; I want to remember what I escaped for as long as I live.

The cell door opened. My hands went to my eyes. Why was the door opened? I wasn__ dead yet. I think.

Fuck your honour, Kaisheen. You are the smartest man I know, yet you had me travel three days during winter to have my counsel. Are you making a move on the Emperor? If you are, you__l have my full support and the backing of the Monasteries.

Davey Boy's Dead was given a new lease on life when doctors transplanted the Dynamite Kidney into his body. That new lease on life came to a sudden and rather hilarious end when the Dynamite Kidney exploded and tore a hole in Davey Boy's side. - The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Zombies

Maybe the price of forgetting that even in America, even in New York City, when a man back home is talking, you better listen closely.

The city was a hive from this height, the people and the yellow cabs moving about in the street below like pre-programmed insects. (Dark City Lights)

A New York plate that said you die. (Dark City Lights)

Maybe the price of forgetting that even in America, even in New York City, when a man from back home is talking, you better listen closely. (Dark City Lights)

I like to see you in a sari, with your long hair dressed in a single plait. Don't forget that I married a girl from India because I like my wife to be conservative and feminine.

I just want to always be here. In this place. Right here, right now.

Flora went to the cinema every day that week. She saw the same movie each day, and wore the same dress.

She had been waiting for someone to notice her, like, really notice her. She felt that that was the key, that she would go from the duck to the swan the minute someone recognized her potential. And they would look into her like they were trying to pierce her eyes with theirs, like they were trying to make her heart stop, and the whole world would become background noise and she would take her first breath after all of these years of nothing but existing. It would be like a coronation, or a star exploding, and then she would be born. She would be alive, and she would be loved.

You were just a young girl not wanting to let on that death could happen to one who hadn't even lived yet.

Just like life, it was over much too soon. And just like life, there weren't any answers. But like that one-in-an-eight-million great New York moment, I didn't need one. (Dark City Lights)

It may well be that there will be this socialism, Juliana,_ she said, __ut I can tell you right now that no amount of socialism will make my madam was her own underwear._ - __unt Juliana__ Indian