She passed these years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and it accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

I will follow you to the ends of the world.

and every day I thank [God] that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.

A society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated.

There isn't, even now, a great tradition of novel-writing in Afghanistan. Most of the literature is in the form of poetry.

Without women taking an active role in Afghan society, rebuilding Afghanistan is going to be very difficult.

There [in Afghanistan ] is a tremendous need for selter. So I am focusing most of the efforts of the foundation to building shelters for refugees in northern Afghanistan and we have already begun doing so.