Love, after all, is the ingredient that separates a sacrifice from ordinary, everyday butchery. - Arundhati Roy

The traffic inside her head seemed to have stopped believing in traffic lights. The result was incessant noise, a few bad crashes and eventually gridlock.

"...India belongs not to Punjabis, Biharis, Gujaratis, Madrasis, Muslims, Sikhs, Hindus, Christians, but to those beautiful creatures—peacocks, elephants, tigers, bears…" (p172)

Neither question nor answer was meant as anything more than a polite preamble to conversation.