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Shantaram: A Novel

Shantaram is a richly detailed novel that follows the journey of an escaped Australian prisoner who finds himself in the chaotic and dangerous streets of Bombay. The story delves into the complexities of human nature, the allure of danger, and the quest for self-discovery. The protagonist's transformation from a fugitive to a man seeking redemption is at the heart of this compelling narrative. more

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Gregory David Roberts
Gregory David Roberts

Gregory David Roberts is an Australian author best known for his autobiographical novel 'The Shawshank Redemption.' This novel was later adapted into a successful film, becoming a classic. Born on June 1, 1952, Roberts' life has been marked by adventure and challenge. more

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“I've got a sweater." Ben pulled off his coat and held it out for her. "Here." "Thanks, Ben. It's lovely and warm." Then she said, "Ben, I-- I can tell you how I feel about-- about everything. I think you're the best friend I've ever had. I-- I'd lie down and die for you if you wanted me to." "Honey," Ben said. "When I get you to lie down for me it won't be to die.”

“How sad it was, Carmen thought, that you acted awful when you were desperately sad and hurt and wanted to be loved. How tragic then, the way everyone avoided you and tiptoed around you when you really needed them. Carmen knew this vicious predicament as well as anyone in the world. How bitter it felt when you acted badly to everyone and ended up hating yourself the most.”

“We are not helpless...Many times in our lives we’ve been powerless, but not this night. Right now we have the power to choose the manner in which we die. If you have been a master of nothing else in all your days, you are now a master of this moment. And I for one am going to give such an answer to this insult that others will dearly regret not being by my side to see it!”

“Nothing that had ever happened to him, not the shooting of Oyster, or the piteous muttering expiration of John Wesley Shannenhouse, or the death of his father, or internment of his mother and grandfather, not even the drowning of his beloved brother, had ever broken his heart quite as terribly as the realization, when he was halfway to the rimed zinc hatch of the German station, that he was hauling a corpse behind him”