How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.

How do you eat your roots?

If I wasn't me, you wouldn't be you.

Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.

That's what I want for my life. I want to go to Peshawar... Because there's more past than present there. Two and a half thousand years of history beneath its soil. How long a list of reasons do you need?

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?

Is love stronger when it let's go or when it holds on?