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 about that. Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is... God help him.

There was brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast, a kinship that even time could not break. - Amir

I don't outline at all; I don't find it useful, and I don't like the way it boxes me in. I like the element of surprise and spontaneity, of letting the story find its own way.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

Perspective [is] a luxury when your head [is] constantly buzzing with a swarm of demons.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.