Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.

It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.

I was good at being a doctor; my patients liked me. At times people trust you with things they wouldn't tell their spouses. It was a real privilege.

I think he loved us equally, but differently.

Zindagi migzara (life goes on)

Afghan women, as a group, I think their suffering has been equaled by very few other groups in recent world history.

I think novelists, when they write their books, end up having occasionally serving a purpose and playing roles that they never really fully either intended or even understood.