Top 350 Arundhati Roy Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “Addiction has its own mnemonics- skin, smell, the length of the loved one’s fingers. In Tilo’s case it was the slant of her eyes, the shape of her mouth, the almost invisible scar that slightly altered the symmetry of her lips and made her look defiant even when she did not mean to, the way her nostrils flared, announcing the displeasure even before hr eyes did.”

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252. “The people who created the crisis will not be the ones that come up with a solution.”

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253. “Poetry, music and literature, he believed, ought not to be interrupted by the banality of war.”

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254. “Life went on. Death went on. The war went on.”

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255. “She wondered what an unreleased soul, a soul-shaped stone on a funeral pyre, might look like. Like a starfish maybe. Or a millipede. Or a dappled moth with a living body and stone wings – poor moth – betrayed, held down by the very things that were meant to help it to fly.”

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256. “If you think of the world as a global village, a fight between India and Pakistan is like a fight between the poorest people in the poorest quarters – the Adivasis and the Dalits. And in the meantime, the zamindars are laying the oil pipelines and selling both parties weapons.”

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257. “I soon learned that Dandakaranya, the forest I was about to enter, was full of people who had many names and fluid identities. It was like balm to me, that idea. How lovely not to be stuck with yourself, to become someone else for a while.”

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258. “She thought of the city at night, of cities at night. Discarded constellations of old stars, fallen from the sky, rearranged on Earth in patterns and pathways and towers. Invaded by weevils that have learned to walk upright.”

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259. “Torture has been privatized now, so you have obviously the whole scandal in America about the abuse of prisoners and the fact that, army people might be made to pay a price, but who are the privatized torturers accountable to?”

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260. “She wasn’t a woman who smiled and said hello.”

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261. “She sensed that in some strange tangential way, he needed her shade as much as she needed his. And she had learned from experience that Need was a warehouse that could accommodate a considerable amount of cruelty.”

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262. “I really worry about these political people that have no personal life. If there’s nothing that’s lovely, and if there’s nothing that’s just ephemeral, that you can just lie on the floor and bust a gut laughing at, then what’s the point?”

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263. “There was no tour guide on hand to tell her that in Kashmir nightmares were promiscuous. They were unfaithful to their owners, they cartwheeled wantonly into other people’s dreams, they acknowledged no precincts, they were the greatest ambush artists of all. No fortification, no fence-building could keep them in check. In Kashmir the only thing to do with nightmares was to embrace them like old friends and manage them like old enemies.”

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264. “All my books are accidental books – they come from reacting to things and thinking about things and engaging in a real way. They are not about, ‘Oh, did it get a good review in the Guardian?’ I don’t care.”

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265. “But it’s hard to say where experience ends and imagination begins. The story is by no means a true story. But the feelings in it are.”

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266. “Ammu shook her and told her to Stoppit and she Stoppited.”

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267. “In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A few petals had fallen on her kaffan, the white shroud she was wrapped in before she was laid to rest.”

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268. “For the Time Being they had no surname because Ammu was considering reverting to her maiden name, though she said that choosing between her husband‘s name and her fathers name didn’t give a woman much of a choice.”

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269. “The TV channels never ran out of sponsorship for their live telecasts of despair. They never ran out of despair.”

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270. “Rahel knew that this had happened because she had been hoping that it wouldn’t. She hadn’t learned to control her Hopes yet.”

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271. “Funding as fragmented solidarity in ways that repression never could.”

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272. “Faced with the Real World, she clung nervously to old remembered rules, and had no one but herself to rebel against.”

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273. “I would like to write one of those sophisticated stories in which even though nothing much happens there’s lots to write about. That can’t be done in Kashmir. It’s not sophisticated, what happens here. There’s too much blood for good literature.”

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274. “Of the four things that were Possible in Human Nature, Rahel thought that Infinnate Joy sounded the saddest.”

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275. “Who was he mourning? She didn’t know. A whole generation maybe.”

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276. “He sensed she was drifting on a tide that neither he nor she could do much about. He couldn’t tell whether her restlessness, her compulsive and increasingly unsafe wandering through the city, marked the onset of an unsoundness of mind or an acute, perilous kind of sanity. Or were they both the same thing?”

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277. “Diclofenac, cow aspirin, given to cattle as a muscle relaxant, to ease pain and increase the production of milk, works – worked – like nerve gas on white-backed vultures. Each chemically relaxed, milk-producing cow or buffalo that died became poisoned vulture bait.”

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278. “If you’re not religious, then look at it this way. This world of ours is four thousand, six hundred million years old. It could end in an afternoon.”

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279. “She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light bulb. She remembered reading somewhere that even after people died, their hair and nails kept growing. Like starlight, travelling through the universe long after the stars themselves had died. Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.”

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280. “Destroying us. You are constructing us. It’s yourselves that you are destroying.”

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281. “It simply did not occur to her that she had hurt him as deeply as she had, because she still thought of herself as an ordinary woman, and him as an extraordinary man.”

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282. “Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.”

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283. “I think many people were surprised by the victory of the Congress, because it was really hard to see beyond the sort of haze of hatred that the Hindu nationalists had been spreading.”

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284. “Writers imagine that they cull stories from the world. I’m beginning to believe that vanity makes them think so. That it’s actually the other way around. Stories cull writers from the world. Stories reveal themselves to us. The public narrative, the private narrative – they colonize us. They commission us. They insist on being told. Fiction and nonfiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons that I don’t fully understand, fiction dances out of me, and nonfiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.”

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285. “But eventually, the Elixir of the Soul that had survived wars and the bloody birth of three new countries, was, like most things in the world, trumped by Coca-Cola.”

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286. “The strange thing about Roman soldiers in the comics was the amount of trouble they took over their armor and their helmets, and then, after all that, they left their legs bare. It didn’t make any sense at all. Weatherwise or otherwise.”

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287. “No matter how elaborate its charade, she recognized loneliness when she saw it.”

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288. “The truth is that she traveled back to Kashmir to still her troubled heart, and to atone for a crime she hadn’t committed.”

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289. “When the sun grew hot, they returned indoors where they continued to float through their lives like a pair of astronauts, defying gravity, limited only by the outer walls of their fuchsia spaceship with its pale pistachio doors. It isn’t as though they didn’t have plans. Anjum waited to die. Saddam waited to kill.”

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290. “The frozen flowers never go away. They hang around somewhere all the time.”

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291. “Going to Oxford didn’t necessarily make a person clever.”

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292. “Somehow the idea of dictating things, Tilo said, seemed to make her mother feel that she was still the captain of the ship, still in charge of something, and that calmed her down considerably.”

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293. “It’s a battle of those who know how to think against those who know how to hate.”

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294. “To call someone ‘anti-American’, indeed, to be anti-American, is not just racist, it’s a failure of the imagination.”

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295. “In an old war, everybody has an ax to grind.”

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296. “The UID is a corporate scam which funnels billions of dollars into the IT sector.”

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297. “Sitting between the two professors, I enjoyed their contradictory advice. I sat there smiling, thinking of the first message I received from John Berger. It was a beautiful handwritten letter, from a writer who had been my hero for years: ‘Your fiction and nonfiction – they walk you around the world like your two legs.’ That settled it for me.”

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298. “Questions signified a vulgar display of ignorance.”

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299. “All three of them bonded by the certain, separate knowledge that they had loved a man to death.”

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300. “Thinking made her throat ache. That was a good reason not to think about seeing a psychiatrist.”

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