She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.
Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.
There was so much goodness in my life. So much happiness. I wondered whether I deserved any of it.
I wished I could be alone in my room, with my books, away from these people.
Afghan women, as a group, I think their suffering has been equaled by very few other groups in recent world history.
Every woman needed a husband, even if he did silence the song in her.