Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love — or do we love them behind a facade of loathing?
We are made mysteries to ourselves by the Rooster Coop we are locked in.
You were looking for the key for years
But the door was always open!
Strange thoughts brew in your heart when you spend too much time with old books.
The book of your revolution sits in the pit of your belly, young Indian. Crap it out, and read.
— Quotes from Aravind Adiga’s The White Tiger