30 Quotes & Sayings By Katherine Boo

Katherine Boo has written for The New Yorker, The New York Times Magazine, GQ, Harper's Bazaar, The New York Times Book Review, The Wall Street Journal, Wired, The New Republic, The Nation, The American Scholar, and many other publications. She is also the author of Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity. She holds a PhD in English Literature from Yale University.

Much of what was said did not matter, and that...
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Much of what was said did not matter, and that much of what mattered could not be said. Katherine Boo
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She was simply Asha, a woman on her own. Had the situation been otherwise, she might not have come to know her own brain. Katherine Boo
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Zehrunisa didn’t know Abdul’s age herself. Seventeen was what she’d said before the burning, when people asked her, but he could have been twenty-seven, for all she knew. You didn’t keep track of a child’s years when you were fighting daily to keep him from starving, as she and many other Annawadi mothers had been doing when their teenagers were young. Katherine Boo
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One of his private vanities was that all the garbage sorting had endowed his hands with killing strength–that he could chop a brick in half like Bruce Lee. “So let’s get a brick, ” replied a girl with whom he had once, injudiciously, shared this conviction. Abdul had bumbled away. The brick belief was something he wanted to harbor, not to test. Katherine Boo
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I've said it before and I'll say it again: Never trust anyone who tells you how people come to trust him. Katherine Boo
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I've said it before and I'll say it again: Never trust anyone who tells you how people come to trust them. Katherine Boo
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I've said it before and I'll say it again: Never trust anyone who tells you how people come to trust him Katherine Boo
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But something he'd come to realize on the roof, leaning out, thinking about what would happen if he leaned too far, was that a boy's life could still matter to himself. Katherine Boo
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Rich Indians typically tried to work around a dysfunctional government. Private security was hired, city water was filtered, private school tuitions were paid. Such choices had evolved over the years into a principle: The best government is the one that gets out of the way. The attacks on the Taj and the Oberoi, in which executives and socialites died, had served as a blunt correction. The wealthy now saw that their security could not be requisitioned privately. They were dependent on the same public safety system that ill served the poor. Katherine Boo
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.. becoming attached to a country involves pressing, uncomfortable questions about justice and opportunity for its least powerful citizens. Katherine Boo
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In places where government priorities and market imperatives create a world so capricious that to help a neighbor is to risk your ability to feed your family, and sometimes even your own liberty, the idea of the mutually supportive poor community is demolished. The poor blame one another for the choices of governments and markets, and we who are not poor are ready to blame the poor just as harshly. Katherine Boo
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As every slumdweller knew, there were three main ways out of poverty: finding an entrepreneurial niche, as the Husains had found in garbage; politics and corruption, in which Asha placed her hopes; and education. Katherine Boo
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The municipality sent water through six Annawadi faucets for ninety minutes in the morning and ninety minutes at night. Shiv Sena men had appropriated the taps, charging usage fees to their neighbors. These water-brokers were resented, but not as much as the renegade World Vision social worker who had collected money from Annawadians for a new tap, then run away with it. Katherine Boo
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The forces of justice had finally come to Annawadi. That the beneficiaries were horses was a source of bemusement to Sunil and the road boys. Katherine Boo
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I tell Allah I love Him immensely, immensely. But I tell Him I cannot be better, because of how the world is. Katherine Boo
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Water and ice made of the same thing. He thought most people were made of the same thing, too.. If he had sort all the humanity by its material essence, he thought he would probably end up with a single gigantic pile. But here was the interesting thing. Ice was distinct from - and in his view, better than - what it was made of. He wanted to be better than what he was made of. In Mumbai's dirty water, he wanted to be ice. He wanted to have ideals. For self-interested reasons, one of the ideals he most wanted to have was a belief in the possibility of justice. Katherine Boo
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The Indian criminal justice system was a market like garbage, Abdul now understood. Innocence and guilt could be bought and sold like a kilo of polyurethane bags. Katherine Boo
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He wanted to go home to the place that he hated. Katherine Boo
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Like most young Annawadians, the girls considered the caste obsession of their elders to be an irrelevant artifact. Manju and Meena had become friends because they both loved to dance, and stayed friends because they could keep each other’s secrets. Katherine Boo
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In the age of global market capitalism, hopes and grievances were narrowly conceived, which blunted a sense of common predicament. Poor people didn’t unite; they competed ferociously amongst themselves for gains as slender as they were provisional. And this undercity strife created only the faintest ripple in the fabric of the society at large. The gates of the rich occasionally rattled, remained class. The poor took down one another, and the world’s great, unequal cities soldiered on in relative peace. Katherine Boo
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A few weeks ago, Abdul had seen a boy’s hand cut clean off when he was putting plastic into one of the shredders. The boy’s eyes had filled with tears but he hadn’t screamed. Instead he’d stood there with his blood-spurting stump, his ability to earn a living ended, and started apologizing to the owner of the plant. “Sa’ab, I’m sorry, ” he’d said to the man in white. “I won’t cause you any problems by reporting this. You will have no trouble from me. Katherine Boo
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Though Abdul had been as afraid of ghosts as most Annawadi boys, these reports did not disturb him. Being terrorized by living people seemed to have diminished his fear of the dead. Katherine Boo
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In the West, and among some in the Indian elite, this word, corruption, had purely negative connotations; it was seen as blocking India’s modern, global ambitions. But for the poor of a country where corruption thieved a great deal of opportunity, corruption was one of the genuine opportunities that remained. Katherine Boo
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As Abdul and his family had already learned, the police station was not a place where victimhood was redressed and public safety held dear. It was a hectic bazaar, like many other public institutions in Mumbai, and investigating Kalu’s death was not a profit-generating enterprise. Katherine Boo
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He knew why he and the other children received ice cream only when newspaper photographers came to visit, and why food and clothing donated for the children got furtively resold outside the orphanage gate. Katherine Boo
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Food wasn’t one of the amenities at Cooper, the five-hundred-bed hospital on which millions of poor people depended. Nor was medicine. “Out of stock today” was the nurses’ official explanation. Plundered and resold out of supply cabinets was an unofficial one. What patients needed, families had to buy on the street and bring in. Katherine Boo
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It is easy, from a safe distance, to overlook the fact that in undercities governed by corruption, where exhausted people vie on scant terrain for very little, it is blisteringly hard to be good. Katherine Boo
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At the heart of her bad nature, like many bad natures, was probably envy. And at the heart of envy was possibly hope - that the good fortune of others might one day be hers Katherine Boo
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When I'm engaged in a story my health is not a big deal, but when I'm not doing anything, if you sit me down, I can get tied up in my own medical dramas. So I much prefer to work. Katherine Boo