“and the color in my eyes
has gone back into the sea.”

“There is nothing in the world that is not mysterious, but the mystery is more evident in certain things than in others: in the sea, in the eyes of the elders, in the color yellow, and in music.”

“This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.”

“The clouds, never expect it,
When it rains
But the sea changes color,
But the sea does not change”

“My wounds are open
my eyes gone blind
these filthy lies
I can not hideǃ”

“I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they'd once belonged to the sea.”

“Many years ago I was a boy drowning in the sea. I am always drowning in the sea… down amongst the dead men, deep down. There is a peace in the sea back down to our origins… when the last man has taken his breath the sea will still be remaining. It washes everything clean. It holds within it forever the boy suspended in its body and the streaming hair and the open eyes.”

“It's a well-known fact that no novel is taken seriously in India until a good deal of research has gone into it. This stay in the Taj will be my research. Going down the stairs will be research. So will looking out at the sea.”

“Separation

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

“My favorite color is light pink. I also like baby blue because it brings out my eyes.”