Khatami is a symptom and not the cause of change in Iran.

When I walked down the streets, I asked myself, are these my people?, is this my hometown, am I who I am?

I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.

I have a recurring fantasy that one more article has been added to the Bill of Rights: the right to free access to imagination.

The crisis besetting America is not just an economic or political crisis; something deeper is wreaking havoc across the land, a mercenary and utilitarian attitude that demonstrates little empathy for people’s actual well-being, that dismisses imagination and thought, branding passion for knowledge as irrelevant.

Unfortunately for governments like that of Iran, when they forbid something, people become more interested.

The dearer a book was to my heart, the more battered and bruised it became.