Quotes by Rana Dasgupta

You havent lost Iraki, you know. I dont know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know how it goes.Hell find his way inside you, and youll carry him onward. Behind your heartbeat, youll hear another one, faint and out of step. People will say you are speaking his opinions, or your hair has turned like his.There are no more facts about him, that part is over. Now is the time for essential things. Youll see visions of him wherever you go. Youll see his eyes so moist, his intentions so blinding, youll think he is more alive than you. You will look around and wonder if it was you who died.Gradually youll grow older than him, and love him as your son. In the future, youll live astride the line separating life from death. Youll become experienced in the wisdom of grief. You wont wait until people die to grieve for them. Youll give them their grief while they are still alive, for then judgement falls away, and there remains only the miracle of being.

(Ulrich, 100 year old Bulgarian man): in Solo, by Rana DasguptaUlrich has sometimes wondered whether his life has been a failure. Once he would have looked at all this and said yes. But now he does not know what it means for a life to succeed or fail. How can a dog fail its life, or a tree? A life is just a quantity; and he can no more see failure in it than he can see failure in a pile of earth, or a bucket of water. Failure and success are foreign terms to such blind matter. (p. 160)

How many stopped-up men and women does it take to produce one Einstein? Ten? A thousand? A hundred thousand? ... So this is what Einstein meant when he looked me in the eye that day and said, I would be nothing without you. It was not success he saw written in my face. He saw, rather, that I would never accomplish anything at all.

When they brought in communism it was for the people, so they killed the people. Now theyve brought in capitalism, which is for the rich, so they only kill the rich. This time you and I have nothing to worry about.

Reality is never clear, said Boris. Its never final. You can always change it or see it a different way.

Before the man lost his sight, he read this story in a magazine: a group of explorers came upon a community of parrots speaking the language of a society that had been wiped out in a recent catastrophe. Astonished by their discovery, they put the parrots in cages and sent them home so that linguists could record what remained of the lost language. But the parrots, already traumatized by the devastation they had recently witnessed, died on the way.The man feels a great fraternity with those birds. He feels he carries, like them, a shredded inheritance, and he is too concussed to pass anything on.

Ties are straightened and expressions banished.

He was like the other half of myself, says Boris...Ulrich says, You havent lost {him}, you know. I dont know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know how it goes.Hell find his way inside you, and youll carry him onward. Behind your heartbeat, youll hear another one, faint and out of step. People will say you are speaking his opinons, or your hair has turned like his.There are no more facts about him -- that part is over. Now is the time for essential things...Gradually youll grow older than him, and love him as your son.Youll live astride the line that separates life from death. Youll become experienced in the wisdom of grief. You wont wait until people die to grieve for them; youll give them their grief while they are still alive, for then judgment falls away, and there remains only the miracle of being.

They go to Paris to learn how to make bombs and they come back having learned only how to write poetry, which they think is more explosive.

They said, Now we are capitalists! but all Ulrich could see was criminality to a principle.

“How many stopped-up men and women does it take to produce one Einstein? Ten? A thousand? A hundred thousand? ... So this is what Einstein meant when he looked me in the eye that day and said, I would be nothing without you. It was not success he saw written in my face. He saw, rather, that I would never accomplish anything at all.”