The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.
I love my work but do not know how I write it.
Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me.
I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.
What is writing but an expression of my own life?
There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children.
Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
