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As a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother's house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are. ↗

— V. S. Naipaul

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

— V. S. Naipaul

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I always knew who I was and where I had come from. I was not looking for a home in other people's lands. ↗

— V. S. Naipaul

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I became very interested in the Islamic question, and thought I would try to understand it from the roots, ask very simple questions and somehow make a narrative of that discovery. ↗

— V. S. Naipaul

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I have trusted to my intuition to find the subjects, and I have written intuitively. I have an idea when I start, I have a shape; but I will fully understand what I have written only after some years. ↗

— V. S. Naipaul

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I went to India and met some people who had been involved in this guerrilla business, middle-class people who were rather vain and foolish. There was no revolutionary grandeur to it. Nothing. ↗

— V. S. Naipaul

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

— V. S. Naipaul

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Some writers can only deal with childhood experience, because it's complete. For another kind of writer, life goes on, and he's able to keep processing that as well. ↗

— V. S. Naipaul

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The longer I live the more convinced I become that one of the greatest honors we can confer on other people is to see them as they are, to recognize not only that they exist, but that they exist in specific ways and have specific realities. ↗

— V. S. Naipaul

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There are certain things that are too painful for people to even write about sometimes, and there are certain things that are too hard to read about again. ↗

— V. S. Naipaul

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