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“His last years were beset with financial troubles; he drank heavily; he wrote to Chughtai on more than one occasion, pleading with her to find a way for him to come back to India. She was surprised to learn that far from large protests and signed declarations on his behalf, many in Pakistan felt he deserved to be punished. He died on January 18, 1955 in Lahore at the age of forty two.”
― Saadat Hasan Manto, Manto: Selected Stories

“For me, remembrance of things past has always been a waste of time, and what’s the point of tears? I don’t know. I’ve always been focussed on today. Yesterday and tomorrow hold no interest for me. What had to happen, did, and what will happen, will.”
― Saadat Hasan Manto, Why I Write: Essays by Saadat Hasan Manto

“Look this is hardly fair. You sold me impure petrol at black-market price and not even one shop could be put to the torch.”
― Saadat Hasan Manto, Mottled Dawn: Fifty Sketches and Stories of Partition

“Manto had earlier been prosecuted in Lahore for obscenity, and one of the words alleged to have been obscene was, “breasts”
― Saadat Hasan Manto, Why I Write: Essays by Saadat Hasan Manto