Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.

I don't listen to music when I write - I find it distracting.

On a high mountain I stood, And cried the name of Ali, Lion of God.O Ali, Lion of God, King of Men, Bring joy to our sorrowful hearts.

Every woman needed a husband, even if he did silence the song in her.

these random unkind moment that catch you wen you least expect them.

It's often a matter of sitting in front of the computer and worrying. It's what writing comes down to--worrying that things aren't going to work out.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.