Rohinton Mistry
Rohinton Mistry
Rohinton Mistry CMis an Indian-born Canadian. He was awarded the Neustadt International Prize for Literature in 2012...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth3 July 1952
CountryCanada
memories two imagination
In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of memory. It's impossible to separate the two ingredients.
long together length
How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives have been joined together.
balance despair fine
You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.
loss essentials calamity
Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.
perfect privacy concerts
There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience.
fire firsts walks
Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize...
real writing perception
All fiction relies on the real world in the sense that we all take in the world through our five senses and we accumulate details, consciously or subconsciously. This accumulation of detail can be drawn on when you write fiction.
country silly kind
In foreign countries they fear baldness. They are so rich in foreign countries, they can afford to fear all kinds of silly things.
school class voice
I met my wife when we were both 19 or 20, at a music school where she was taking voice and piano lessons and I was doing classes in music theory and composition.
white black brain
Black money is so much a part of our white economy, a tumour in the centre of the brain - try to remove it and you kill the patient.
thinking past age
I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. and there is not much percentage in the future.
beautiful majestic faces
Birth and death - what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it's freakish, let's face it.
girl hair years
What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair. .... But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.
loss essence snakes
...loss is essential, loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life. Mind you, I'm not complaining. Thanks to some inexplicable universal guiding force, it is always the worthless things we lose - slough off, like a moulting snake. Losing and losing again, is the very basis of the process, til all we are left with is the bare essence of human existence...