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“The game is afoot!” she said, her eyes shining as the approached the Lamb and Flag. Flynn was surprised. She had read Sherlock Holmes, not just the other literary dross she was so fond of?”

“Flynn clinked his glass against hers and said, ‘Our Noble Selves. It’s an Army toast,’ he added when she raised an eyebrow.”

“I always feel that one should approach poetry in a spirit of purity. One must have a freshness of mind, a cleanliness of body. One must lave oneself in sparkling springs - “

“Her mind turned to the days of Partition in Lahore and her memories and thoughts were those of absolute terror.”

“Nine months after the murder of Ghandi, the constitutional provision abolishing untouchability was passed by the Constituent Assembly, and its members broke out into loud cheers of ‘Victory to Mahatma Ghandi.’”

“In a noble gesture, which did much to assuage any residual bitterness, he joined the Working Committee under the newly-elected Congress President, Jawaharal Nehru
It was in effect a coup; and Nehru had won.
Apparently.”

“He got up from his desk and went to the window, from where he had an unimpeded view of the entire garden of Teen Murti House. This used to be the residence of the Commander-in-Chief under the Raj, and it was now his residence as Prime Minister. The garden was green with monsoons.”

“I am an old woman and my life has been some strange balance of miraculous and mundane.”

“I’ll be glad to close the year on 2017. It has been a difficult year for me, but even still one must, for respect of auld lang syne, salute each annum with respect and ownership.”

“ . . .my letters have been far more meaningful to me than anything I did with the law. The letters are the mainstay of my life, where I was only practicing law for thirty years or so.”

“The official guest list had some for hundred and fifty names, but an untold number simply showed up at Knight’s door uninvited like revelers drawn to Gatsby’s house in West Egg.”

“One day, you wake up and realize that people move through your life like the seasons, that everything you thought you knew about them, and yourself, was a lie.”

“All those promises the church had made about eternal life, about heaven. . . . . And how many times had she heard them describe the sins that would keep Tito—and Nena—from the kingdom of heaven? But hell wasn’t real, and heaven was no kingdom. This, she wanted to tell them all, this is the only kingdom. Everything else was a lie.”

“In el Caserio Padre Rivera, where the myth of his dead brother followed him—the tragic salsero, the thief with a heart of gold who died too young—Tito was a minor character.”

“Families had lived en el campo or on the beach since before Puerto Rico was a Spanish colony, but the American government didn’t recognize handwritten documents in Spanish and didn’t recognize verbal agreements.”

“It was late afternoon, and the smells of early fall were hanging in the air as the granos vendor pushed his cart back towards the gate: rice and cheese granos fried to a crisp, the overripe passion fruit falling off the hanging vines that ran along the outskirts of the neighborhood, clean laundry drying on the lines, motor oil, dog shit, the sweaty guys running around the court, red beans on some nearby stove.”

“Just a few years ago, she had been a Yugoslavian, a little girl who loved to watch figure skaters dance on the ice. . . . Now she was a Bosnian—and a fighter.”

“War has a way of finding everyone.”

Toward the end of his remarks, he looked up from his notes and said with confidence and defiance, “My fellow Americans, our long national nightmare is over. Our Constitution works; our great republic is a government of laws, not of men.”