Quotes from Salman Rushdie

Quichotte when young had been a little short, a little chubby compared to other boys his age. Then, in late adolescence, as if an invisible divine hand had grabbed him and squeezed him in the middle like a tube of toothpaste, he shot up to his present height and became as skinny as a shadow.

But the truth was that she still felt the past moving like a thrombosis in the blood. It might reach her heart and kill her one of these days.

Deep bonding is a gift the road alone gives to those who honor it and travel down it with respect.

We celebrate donut culture, it's sweet and it tastes good but there's a void at the heart

Een man hoeft slechts zijn intellectuele tienertijd te bereiken, of hij gaat vermoeden dat het leven geen klucht is; dat het zelfs geen elegant blijspel is; dat het integendeel bloeit en vrucht draagt uit de onpeilbare tragische diepten van wezenlijk gebrek waarin de wortels steken van wie het leeft.

Forget the soul. No such ghost in the machine. What happens to our mind befalls our body also. The condition of the body is also the state of the mind.

El hecho de estar vivo te compensa de lo que te hace la vida.

Volubility came easily to Max Ophuls, but it was just one of his many techniques of concealment, and he was never more hidden than when he seemed most open. For

Their curled bodies are a pair of question mark at the end of the puzzling sentence of the day

I'm the caring type also. I care aggressively. That's just who I am.

You can get the boys out of the war, but you can't get the war out of the boys.

Va contra la naturaleza humana caminar mansamente hasta que el mar se te traga.

Mishal, I'm forty years old and as contented as a forty-day babe. I see now that I've been falling deeper and deeper into our love over the years, and now I swim, like some fish, in that warm sea.' How much she gave him, he marvelled; how much he needed her!

This may be the curse of the human race, not that we are so different from one another, but that we are so alike.

say: maybe not in these words; maybe not in words at all, but in the purer language of thought; but yes, certainly, this is what was at the bottom of it all; because children are the vessels into which adults pour their poison, and it was the poison of grown-ups which did for us.

The rich are obscure to us, finding ways to be unhappy when all the normal causes of unhappiness are removed.

incluso cuando la muerte avanza hacia el centro del escenario, la vida sigue luchando por la igualdad de derechos.

Dixitque Deus: fiat lux. Et facta est lux. Translated by himself into his personal Bombay "Wulgate": And God said, Cheap Italian motor car, beauty soap of the film star. And there was Lux. Please, Daddy, why did God want a small Fiat and a bar of soap, and also please, why did he get the soap only? Why couldn't he make the car? And why not a better car, Daddy? He could've asked for a Jesus Chrysler, no?

his mother going out to work while his father sat hidden behind the veil which the stroke had dropped over his brain …

I was always certain of your father's love, because when he fell for me I was looking less attractive than a water buffalo

The natural inheritance of everyone who is capable of spiritual life is an unsubdued forest where the wolf howls and the obscene bird of night chatters.

Your good health is the thing you have until the day your doctor tells you you don't have it any more.

Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the air. He hangs there, frozen in time, translated into a photograph; denied motion, suspended impossibly above his native earth, he awaits the inevitable moment at which the photograph must begin to move, and the earth reclaim its own.

But love is what we want, not freedom. Who then is the unluckier man? The beloved who is given his heart's desire and must for ever after fear its loss, or the free man, with his unlooked-for liberty, naked and alone between the captive armies of the earth?