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Authors: The God of Small Things Quotes, The God of Small Things Important Quotes, Quotations, Sayings from Chapter 1-13 of novel by Arundhati Roy
The God of Small Things Chapters 14-21 More quotes from The God of Small Things

May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled by the sun.
The nights are clear, but suffuse with sloth and sullen expectation.
The God of Small Things
Opening lines, Chapter 1: Paradise Pickles & Preserves.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 1: Paradise Pickles & Preserves.
Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, greenmossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles the way memory bombs still, tea-colored minds.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 1: Paradise Pickles & Preserves.
It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol ... slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive. It was always there. Like a fruit in season. Every season. As permanent as a government job.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 1: Paradise Pickles & Preserves.
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.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 1: Paradise Pickles & Preserves.
Things can change in a day.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 1: Paradise Pickles & Preserves.
Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 1: Paradise Pickles & Preserves.
Ammu said that human beings were creatures of habit, and it was amazing the kind of things one could get used to.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 2: Pappachi's Moth.
His lightbrown eyes were polite yet maleficent, as though he was making an effort to be civil to the photographer while plotting to murder his wife.
The God of Small Things
Of photograph of Pappachi in Vienna, Chapter 2: Pappachi's Moth.
A war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.
The God of Small Things
Chacko, Chapter 2: Pappachi's Moth.
They were a family of Anglophiles. Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped outside their own history and unable to retrace their steps - because their footprints had been swept away.
The God of Small Things
Chacko tells this to the twins Estha and Rahel, Chapter 2: Pappachi's Moth.
They would grow up grappling with ways of living with what happened. They would try to tell themselves that in terms of geological time it was an insignificant event. Just a blink of the Earth Woman's eye. That Worse Things had happened. That Worse Things kept happening. But they would find no comfort in the thought.
The God of Small Things
Of Estha and Rahel, Chapter 2: Pappachi's Moth.
This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 2: Pappachi's Moth.
With the certitude of a true believer, Vellya Paapen had assured the twins that there was no such thing in the world as a black cat. He said that there were only black cat chaped holes in the universe.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 2: Pappachi's Moth.
When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.
The God of Small Things
Ammu, Chapter 4: Abhilash Talkies.
Some things come with their own punishment.
The God of Small Things
Baby Kochamma, Chapter 4: Abhilash Talkies.
Anything's possible in Human Nature ...Love. Madness. Hope. Infinite joy.
The God of Small Things
Chacko, Chapter 4: Abhilash Talkies.
And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these only the Small Things are ever said. The Big Things lurk unsaid inside.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 6: Cochin Kangaroos.
The steel door of the incinerator went up and the muted hum of the eternal fire became a red roaring. The heat lunged out at them like a famished beast. Then Rahel’s Ammu was fed to it. Her hair, her skin, her smile. Her voice. The way she used Kipling to love her children before putting them to bed: We be of one blood, thou and I! Her goodnight kiss. The way she held their faces steady with one hand (squashed-cheeked, fish-mouthed) while she parted and combed their hair with the other. The way she held knickers out, for Rahel to climb into. Left leg, right leg. All this was fed to the beast, and it was satisfied.
She was their Ammu and their Baba and she had loved them Double.
The door of the furnace clanged shut. There were no tears.
The crematorium “In-charge” had gone down the road for a cup of tea and didn’t come back for twenty minutes. That’s how long Chacko and Rahel had to wait for the pink receipt that would entitle them to collect Ammu’s remains. Her ashes. The grit from her bones. The teeth from her smile. The whole of her crammed into a little clay pot. Receipt No. Q498673.
The God of Small Things
Description of electric incineration of Ammu, mother of Rahel and Estha. Chapter 7: Wisdom Exercise Notebooks.
It was a grand old house, the Ayemenem House, but aloof-looking. As though it had little to do with the people who lived in it. Like an old man with rheumy eyes watching children play, seeing only transience in their shrill elation and their wholehearted commitment to life.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 8: Welcome Home, Our Sophie Mol.
Must we behave like some damn godforsaken tribe that's just been discovered?
The God of Small Things
Ammu, Chapter 8: Welcome Home, Our Sophie Mol.
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.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 9: Mrs. Pillai, Mrs. Eapen, Mrs. Rajagopalan.
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.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 10: The River in the Boat.
Insanity hovered close at hand, like an eager waiter at an expensive restaurant.
The God of Small Things
Of Kuttappan, Chapter 10: The River in the Boat.
He walked on water. Perhaps. But could he have swum on land? In matching knickers and dark glasses? With his Fountain in a Love-in-Tokyo? In pointy shoes and a puff? Would he have had the imagination?
The God of Small Things
Rahel thinking, on the jewelled Jesus picture, Chapter 10: The River in the Boat.
He left no footprints in sand, no ripples in water, no image in mirrors.
The God of Small Things
Of Ammu, Chapter 11: The God of Small Things.
If you're happy in a dream, does that count?
The God of Small Things
Estha, Chapter 11: 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 magic.
The God of Small Things
Kathakali discovered this long ago, Chapter 12: Kochu Thomban.
Being with Chacko made Margaret Kochamma 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.
The God of Small Things
Chapter 13: The Pessiminist and the Optimist.
The God of Small Things Chapters 14-21 More quotes from The God of Small Things
The God of Small Things is a semi-autobiographal novel by Indian author Arundhati Roy that won the Booker Prize when first published in 1997. It is a politically-charged story about a pair of twins, Rahel and Estha, who become victims of circumstance. It describes how the small things in life build up, influence people's behavior and impact on their lives. Roy, a well-known activist for social and economic justice, was born on November 24, 1961.



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