For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. Think. Act. Feel. Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love; the passionate search for truth other than our own. With longing; the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on.

Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that’s all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that’s all we have - to hold on tight until the dawn

every human heart beat is a universe of possibilities.

We have a saying in Marseilles: a man in no hurry gets nowhere fast. I have been in no hurry for eight years.

Because my life has been so notorious and so bad, it can overshadow my work.

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

Anything that can be put in a nut shell should remain there.