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The God of Small Things The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
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“That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“...the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again.

That is their mystery and their magic.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“If you're happy in a dream, does that count?”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Change is one thing. Acceptance is another.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“But what was there to say?

Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief.

Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“There is a war that makes us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain. To let it be, to travel with it, as Velutha did, is much the harder thing to do.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Things can change in a day.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Ammu said that human beings were creatures of habit, and it was amazing the kind of things one could get used to.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Some things come with their own punishments.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“As Estha stirred the thick jam he thought Two Thoughts and the Two Thoughts he thought were these:
a) Anything can happen to anyone.
and
b) It is best to be prepared.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace Worse Things kept happening”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“D’you know what happens when you hurt people?’ Ammu said. ‘When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Writers imagine that they cull stories from the world. I'm beginning to believe that vanity makes them think so. That it's actually the other way around. Stories cull writers from the world. Stories reveal themselves to us. The public narrative, the private narrative - they colonize us. They commission us. They insist on being told. Fiction and nonfiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons that I don't fully understand, fiction dances out of me, and nonfiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that is purloined. ”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“It was a time when the unthinkable became the thinkable and the impossible really happened”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Being with him made her feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country into the vast, extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them- as though it lay before them like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“But when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as though they belonged to someone else. Someone watching. Looking out of the window at the sea. At a boat in the river. Or a passerby in the mist in a hat.

He was exasperated because he didn't know what that look meant. He put it somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn’t know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough. That something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.

So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people’s eyes and became an exasperating expression.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Insanity hovered close at hand, like an eager waiter at an expensive restaurant.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“And there it was again. Another religion turned against itself. Another edifice constructed by the human mind, decimated by human nature.”
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

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