I guess some stories do not need telling.

I will follow you to the ends of the world.

It's wrong to hurt even bad people. Because they don't know any better, and because bad people sometimes become good.

I was overwhelmed with the kindness of people [in Afghanistan] and found that they had managed to retain their dignity, their pride, and their hospitality under unspeakably bleak conditions.

If America taught me anything, it's that quitting is right up there with pissing in the Girl Scouts' lemonade jar.

I found myself sitting at the computer, and I thought I was going to write a kind of simple nostalgic story about two boys and their love of kite fighting. But stories have a will of their own, and this one turned out to be this dark tale about betrayal, loss, regret. The short story which was about 25 pages long sat around for a couple of years.

I came to the US as an immigrant and I recall vividly those first few years in California, the brief time we spent on welfare, and the difficult task of assimilating into a new culture.