Nupur Jindal

“Your art has failed. You’ve turned literature into a religion and it’s as dead as all the rest, it’s an overripe corpse and you’re cutting fancy figures at the wake. It’s too late for geniuses! Now we need vandals and desecrators, simple-minded demolition men to smash centuries of baroque subtlety, to bring down the temple, and thus finally, to reconcile the shame and the necessity of being an artist!”
― Tom Stoppard, Travesties

“He said Jesus was a historical figure and God was a superstition, and a superstition was a thing that didn't exist.”
― Margaret Atwood, Surfacing

“In love, I inhabit an imaginary underground; I simultaneously exist and do not exist. I’m summoned into being when my lover needs me; I’m dismissed, like a genie sent back to its bottle, when he is done with me.”
― Meena Kandasamy, When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife

“So much of sex is what it is because you are allowed to be yourself. This individuality– which can be anything in a lover: fierceness, clumsiness, coyness – is what makes sex different every time, this is what changes the nature of pleasure from one act to the next, from one lover to another. To play the role of the still, passive and submissive woman day after day leaves a woman in a relationship with the ceiling, not with her man. My husband lacks this kind of basic knowledge because Marx and Lenin and Mao have not explicitly written this down, and the declassing classes do not address the sexual pleasure of comrades.”
― Meena Kandasamy, When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife