There was so much goodness in my life. So much happiness. I wondered whether I deserved any of it..

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer..

the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things..

It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime..

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls..

He is annoyed with their lack of interest, their blithe ignorance of the arbitrary genetic lottery that has granted them their privileged lives..

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think..

A stubborn ass needs a stubborn driver.

Zindagi migzara (life goes on).

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency..

She said, 'I'm so afraid.' And I said, 'why?,' and she said, 'Because I'm so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.' I aske….

She was an extraordinary woman, and I went to bed that night feeling like I was perhaps more than ordinary myself. This was the effect she had on me..

There is an energy, a romance in writing the first novel that can never be duplicated again. I was entirely absorbed in that world as I wrote the boo….

Writing for me is largely about rewriting..

I don't listen to music when I write - I find it distracting..

What was I supposed to be, growing in your womb -- assuming it was even in our womb that I was conceived? A seed of hope? A ticket purchased to ferry….

I don't know the nuts and bolts of writing. I studied medicine. I was a pre-med nerd. So everything I learned, I know about writing is very instincti….

But Laila has decided that she will not be crippled by resentment. Mariam wouldn’t want it that way. ‘What’s the sense?’ she would say with a smile b….

You're gutless. It's how you were made. And that's not such a bad thing because your saving grace is that you've never lied to yourself about it. Not….

Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors..