Food is music to the body, music is food to the heart.

Nothing ever fits the palm so perfectly, or feels so right, or inspires so much protective instinct as the hand of a child

I think that it is a part of growing up, learning to control our suffering. I think that when we grow up, and learn that happiness is rare, and passes quickly, we become disillusioned and hurt. And how much we suffer is a mark of how much we have been hurt by this realisation. Suffering, you see, is a kind of anger. We rage against the unfairness, the injustice of our sad and sorry lot.

It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured.\

Poverty and pride are devoted blood brothers until one, always and inevitably, kills the other.

I take everything personally- that's what being a person is all about.

The voice, Afghan matchmakers say, is more than half of love.