It was something every child knew how to do, maintain a direct and full connection with the world. Somehow you forgot about it as you grew up, and had to learn it again.

The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us.

girls forbidden to dance would only attract husbands with bad complexions and sunken chests.

Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.

If you talk to geneticists they are constantly finding that your genes are being switched on and off because of the environment. Genes alone do not determine an exact path in your life.

In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.

I'm the final clause in a periodic sentence, and that sentence begins a long time ago, in another language, and you to read it from the beginning to get to the end, which is my arrival.