Quotes from Salman Rushdie

and perhaps by something more; because, in my life, fate has never been unwilling to lend a hand.

I'm like the sky at night. The universe has no interest in right and wrong. It doesn't care who lives or dies and who behaved well or badly. The universe is an explosion. It rushes outwards, pushing, growing, making room for itself. It's a never-ending conquest. You know what the motto of the universe is? Give me more. I want it all. That's my motto also. That's how i see things too.

What I hoped for is indeed beyond hope,' he said. 'I was out of my mind, looking for this year's birds in last year's nests. And all around me America – and not only America, the whole human race! – yes, even our India! – was also losing its reason, its capacity for ethics, its goodness, its soul. And it may be, I can't say, that this deep failure brought down upon us the deeper failure of the cosmos

Later that morning the memorial service for his friend Bruce Chatwin was to be held at the Orthodox church on Moscow Road in Bayswater.

Physician heal thyself.

Güzellik de bir tür kaderdir, güzellik güzellikle konuÅŸur, fark?na var?r ve onaylar, her konuda mazur görülebileceÄŸine inan?r...

He needed her so badly, to reassure himself of his own existence

A good woman of this type is a kind of trampoline. People bounce on her and fly. And if they fall they bounce on her again and rise again. She doesn't seek flight for herself but she spreads herself wide and people use her to climb as high as they can go.

Another lesson to be learned: never underestimate your fellow man. One man's ceiling is another man's floor.

Mr. Harappa,' the Angrez television interviewer is asking, 'many commentators would say, there is a widely-held view, some sectors of opinion maintain, your opponents allege, what would you say to the suggestion, that by some standards, from certain points of view, in a way, your style of government might be described as being perhaps, to some extent ... (...)

The key to writing is concentration, not inspiration. It requires deep attention to your characters, to the world they live in, and to the story you have to tell.

Her support warmed his heart. He loved his wife. He wondered if it would upset her if he asked her to lose a little weight.

He met her on 26 December 1969, five days before the end of the sixties, when he was twenty-two and she was twenty-one.

She looks shaken. You can see the panic in her eyes. The idea of a crumbling cosmos has disturbed her. This is because the ed of everything is impossible to face in the absence of love.

Ahmed Sinai never forgave his son for breaking his toe. Even after the splint was removed, a tiny limp remained. My father leaned over my crib and said, "So, my son: you're starting as you mean to go on. Already you've started bashing your poor old father!" In my opinion, this was only half a joke.

I spoke no Spanish, so I was unable to haggle with the taxi-drivers. 'Benengeli,' I said, and the first cabbie shook his head and walked away, spitting copiously. The second named a number that had no meaning for me. I had come to a place where I did not know the names of things or the motives for men's deeds. The universe was absurd. I could not say 'dog', or 'where?', or 'I am a man'. Besides, my head was thick, like a soup.

Guilty secrets make paranoids of us all.

The machine of state bearing down upon its enemies.

Do not make the mistake, it said, speaking perfect English, of equating size with power. Or you might find a cricket squashing you under its thumb.

Ne yapt???n? duymam bilmem sanma. Kalbini ver yoksa keser al?r?m. AÅŸk bütün dünya ve yukar?daki gökyüzü deÄŸilse hiçbir ÅŸeydir, tozdan k?ymetsizdir.

He wanted to run but didn't know where or how, which made him more fearful still, because he knew that in his spy fiction he had already told himself the answer. You can run but you can't hide.

Religion was the glue of Pakistan, holding the halves together; just as consciousness, the awareness of oneself as a homogeneous entity in time, a blend of past and present, is the glue of personality, holding together our then and our now.

AÅŸk her ÅŸey deÄŸilse, hiçbir ÅŸeydir.

Sing against death. Command the wildness of the city.