Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.

All stories I write are compulsive. Anything I’ve ever written was because I don’t have a choice. I write stories because I can’t wait to tell it, I can’t wait to see how it ends.

I give novels as gifts, and there is nothing I like to receive more as a gift.

Hassan couldn't read a first-grade textbook but he'd read me plenty. That was a little unsettling but also sort of comfortable to have someone who always knew what you needed.

You don't have to donate money, it can be clothes, or books, or mediavl supplies. So there's so much that can be done [for refugees], the most difficult thing is that first step that decision to do something.

There is a way to be good again.

My father and I did work for a while at the flea market and there really are rows of Afghans working there, some of whom I am related to.