Writers should provoke disagreement.

V. S. Naipaul

V. S. Naipaul

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

Some suggestions for you :

When the man was totting up the fare, all the de luxe supplements, he worked the sum out twenty times on the adding machine. The same sum, twenty times. Why? Did he think the machine was going to change its mind?

I read a piece of writing and within a paragraph or two I know whether it is by a woman or not.

In Trinidad, where as new arrivals we were a disadvantaged community, that excluding idea was a kind of protection; it enabled us - for the time being, and only for the time being - to live in our own way and according to our own rules, to live in our own fading India.

The tragedy of power like mine is that there is no way down. There can only be extinction. Dust to dust; rags to rags; fear to fear.

Well, India is a country of nonsense. M. K. Gandhi.

Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.

On the white wall at the end of the room was a large oil painting of a European port, done in reds and yellows and blues. It was in slapdash modern style; the lady had painted it herself and signed it. She had given it pride of place in her main room. Yet she hadn't thought it worth the trouble of taking away.

It was a light which gave solidity to everything and drew colour out from the heart of objects.

I still think it's really quite wonderful when I read a sentence of mine and it has that quality of lastingness.

In a way my reputation has become that of the curmudgeon.

Women make up half the world; and I thought I had reached the stage where there was nothing in a woman's nakedness to surprise me. But I felt now as if I was experiencing anew, and seeing a woman for the first time.

When things went wrong they had the consolations of religion. This wasn’t just a readiness to accept Fate; this was a quiet and profound conviction about the vanity of all human endeavour.

How could people like these, without words to put to their emotions and passions, manage? They could, at best, only suffer dumbly. Their pains and humiliations would work themselves out in their characters alone: like evil spirits possessing a body, so that the body itself might appear innocent of what it did.

I don't feel I can speak with authority for many other people.