Conversations with Em could be like wandering in a town you had never seen before, where every path you took might change course midway and take you with it. You had to keep finding your way back to the main street in order to get anywhere.

Jerry Pinto

(Em and The Big Hoom)


Snippet #13

“What is this ‘bad person’? I mean, there’s Hitler, and then there’s everybody else.

-Nadia vulvokov

(Russian Doll)

Bad person

She laughed and laughed and laughed until the vowels were rolling across the walls and floors, as if they meant to do away with the laws of time and space

– Fredrik Backman

(A Man Called Ove)

Today it reminds me of a hat, the large brimmed hats women used to wear at some period during the olden days: hats like enormous halos, festooned with fruit and flowers and the feathers of exotic birds; hats like an idea of paradise, floating just above your head, a thought solidified.

– Margaret Atwood

(The Handmaid’s Tale)

I loved her then in a strange, new kind of way, as one loves a finely tuned sentence in a book that one wishes one could write but knows one can’t.

– Shashi Tharoor

(The Other Man)

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta : the tip of my tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

– Vladimir Nabokov


Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,   

Then her finger moved in the moonlight, 

         Her musket shattered the moonlight,

Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death. 

– Alfred Noyce

(The Highwayman)

She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. The way the profile of her face and body refracted in the soupy twilight made me feel a little drunk. When a few seconds had throbbed by, I said hello to her.

-J D Salinger

(A Girl I Knew) 

What can you say about a twenty five year old girl who just died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beetles. And me.

-Erich Segal

(Love Story)