What did Arundhati Roy mean by: What came for them? Not death. Just the end of living. Arundhati Roy Author · India Copy
+ Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity. Author, January 9, 2024January 6, 2025, Arundhati Roy, Memory, Nostalgia, Preservation, 0 Arundhati Roy Author · India
+ The writer is the midwife of understanding. Author, October 23, 2023January 2, 2025, Arundhati Roy, Clarity, Creation, Knowledge, 0 Arundhati Roy Author · India
+ Madness slunk in through a chink in History. It only took a moment. Author, January 9, 2024January 6, 2025, Arundhati Roy, History, Madness, Moment, 0 Arundhati Roy Author · India
+ It was a time when the unthinkable became the thinkable and the impossible really happened Author, January 9, 2024January 6, 2025, Arundhati Roy, Possibility, Reality, Transformation, 0 Arundhati Roy Author · India
+ One beach-colored. One brown. One Loved. One Loved a Little Less. Author, January 9, 2024January 6, 2025, Arundhati Roy, Comparison, Jealousy, Love, 0 Arundhati Roy Author · India
+ Acceptance spells death to a writer. Author, August 19, 2023January 2, 2025, Arundhati Roy, Creativity, Rejection, Struggle, 0 Arundhati Roy Author · India
+ Anything’s possible in Human Nature …Love. Madness. Hope. Infinite joy. Author, January 9, 2024January 6, 2025, Arundhati Roy, Hope, Love, Madness, 0 Arundhati Roy Author · India
+ This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt. Author, January 9, 2024January 6, 2025, Arundhati Roy, Conflict, Knowledge, Relationships, 0 Arundhati Roy Author · India
Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
