Why do I write? To investigate the mystery of existence. To tolerate myself. To get closer to everything that is outside of me. Jhumpa Lahiri closeexistenceinvestigate Change image and share on social
I think each time you start a story or novel or whatever, you are absolutely at the bottom of the ladder all over again. It doesn't matter what you've done before. Jhumpa Lahiri absolutelybottomhave Change image and share on social
I always wanted to grow up in a house full of books, English books, and I wanted the sort of fireplaces that worked, overstuffed chairs, that whole kind of fantasy of a bookish New England life. So the library gave me that; for the hours that I was there, I was surrounded by that atmosphere that I craved in my life. Jhumpa Lahiri atmospherebookbookish share on social
Many of my characters struggle with loneliness, that is fair to say. Jhumpa Lahiri characterfairloneliness Change image and share on social
Interpreter of Maladies is the title of one of the stories in the book. And the phrase itself was something I thought of before I even wrote that story. Jhumpa Lahiri bookinterpretermalady Change image and share on social
My father had always dreamed of getting a Ph.D., but certain life circumstances prevented him from following through. It was a tremendous, deep regret. The day I got my Ph.D., I saw in my father's face what it meant that I had done this. Jhumpa Lahiri circumstancedaydeep share on social
I don't know Bengali perfectly. I don't know how to write it or even read it. I have an accent, I speak without authority, and so I've always perceived a disjunction between it and me. As a result, I consider my mother tongue, paradoxically, a foreign language. Jhumpa Lahiri accentauthoritybengali share on social
I've always been searching to arrive at a certain voice that will probably elude me forever. Jhumpa Lahiri arriveeludeforever Change image and share on social
It didn't matter that I wore clothes from Sears; I was still different. I looked different. My name was different. I wanted to pull away from the things that marked my parents as being different. Jhumpa Lahiri clothelookmark Change image and share on social
When I write in Italian - this is just the metaphor that came to me immediately, and I really think this is what it is - I feel like I'm writing with my left hand. Because of that weakness, there is this enormous freedom that comes with it. Jhumpa Lahiri enormousfeelfreedom share on social