As a journalist, or an anthropologist, the convention is that people are there for you to study, and they are your objects.
Adultery is extravagance.
Ocean people are very different from land people. The ocean never stops saying and asking into ears, which don't sleep like eyes.
My aunt could not have been the lone romantic who gave up everything for sex. Women in the old China did not choose. Some man had commanded her to lie with him and be his secret evil.
Attraction eludes control so stubbornly that whole societies designed to organize relationships among people cannot keep order, not even when they bind people to one another from childhood and raise them together.
I'm so proud that my offspring became a musician. I'm full of awe that we are able to have a whole family live the life of artists.
It seems that writing chose me. I feel that because I know history, and I know the history of so many cultures; I have lived a large life.
Popular opinion is the greatest lie in the world.
Thousands of children are killed by handguns in the United States each year. What is that about? What are we doing? We accept that? And we accept the presence of these weapons that are in silos and on submarines and airplanes? If any madman gets hold of them - and certainly there are madmen out there who will figure out how to get hold of them, they always have - what are we even making such things for?
When can our brain's innate objectivity begin to flourish? Only when our inappropriate Self-centered subjectivity begins to dissolve.
Today, I'm proud and happy to say I'm very close to all the Bachchans, and Abhishek is like a sibling