On Rahel's heart Pappachi's moth snapped open its somber wings. Out. In. And lifted its legs. Up. Down.
Arundhati RoyDebating Imperialism is a bit like debating the pros and cons of rape. What can we say? That we really miss it?
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Let's leave one alive so that it can be lonely.
Arundhati RoyThere are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot - that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways staring eyes.
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Ammu's tears made everything that had so far seemed unreal, real.
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[b.] be prepared to be prepared.
Arundhati RoySuddenly Ammu hoped that it had been him that Rahel saw him in the march. She hoped it had been him that raised his flag and knotted arm in anger. She hoped that under his careful cloak of cheerfulness he housed a living breathing anger against the smug, ordered world that she raged against.
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Here they learned to Wait. To Watch. To think thoughts and not voice them.
Arundhati RoyOn bad days the orange walls held hands and bent over him, inspecting him, like malevolent doctors, slowly, deliberately, squeezing the breath out of him and making him scream. Sometimes they receded of their own accord, and the room he lay in grew impossibly large, terrorizing him with the specter of his own insignificance. That too made him cry out.
Arundhati RoyNationalism of one kind or another was the cause of most of the genocide of the twentieth century. Flags are bits of colored cloth that governments use first to shrink-wrap people's minds and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead.
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