I grew up in a very small town which is remote even by Indian standards. I always dreamed of the world.
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.
I came to London. It had become the center of my world and I had worked hard to come to it. And I was lost.
The world is always in movement.
The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.
The world outside existed in a kind of darkness; and we inquired about nothing.
There is nothing in the world that I loathe more than group activity, that communal bath where the hairy and slippery mix in a multiplication of mediocrity.
I have often noticed that after I had bestowed on the characters of my novels some treasured item of my past, it would pine away in the artificial world where I had so abruptly placed it.
A masterpiece of fiction is an original world and as such is not likely to fit the world of the reader.
I personally believe that those who are leaders with political power over the world will be forced some day, sooner or later, to give way to common sense and the will of the people.
The world generally speaking is now drifting on a more and more devastating course towards the absurd target of extermination - or rather, to be more exact - of the northern hemisphere's towns, fields, and the people who have developed our civilization.
I loved the logistical reality of a guy who wants to take over the world, yet who has a family too.
With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world.
On this thin, scarcely real and yet so perceptible sensation the whole world hung as on a faintly trembling axis, and this in turn rested on the two people in the room.
All still lifes are actually paintings of the world on the sixth day of creation, when God and the world were alone together, without man!