“Here in Manto's own words that he wanted to mark his grave with:"In the name of God, the Compassionate, the MercifulHere lies Saadat Hasan Manto and with him lie buried all the secrets and mysteries of the art of short-story writing....Under tons of earth he lies, still wondering who among the two is greater short-story writer: God or He.”
“...and it is also possible, that Saadat Hasan dies, but Manto remains alive.”
“[W]hat is one to say of the writer who lies when he writes that he is lying?”
“He disliked his own lies as much as his parents', but still he continued to lie -- boldly and cunningly. He did this primarily out of need, but also for the pathological pleasure of killing a god.”
“There's a part of a book that never lies. A writer puts his soul into a book. Every word is two sides of a coin - one side is the lie, the story, the other is the truth, the insight. You can judge someone by the story they tell.”
“All stories are lies. But good stories are lies made from light and fire. And they lift our hearts out of the dust, and out of the grave.”