Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is... God help him.

She would grab whatever she could -a look , a whisper , a moan - to salvage from perishing , to perserve. But time is most unforgivving of fires , and she couldn't , in the end , save it all .

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

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

Afghanistan has always been sort of a fractured nation, very tribal, where the countryside and the distant provinces have been run by custom, by tribal law and by tribal leaders rather than edicts from the central government in Kabul.

True redemption is...when guilt leads to good.

The rope that pulls you from the flood can become a noose around your neck.