Readers don't work for writers. They work for themselves.

If we try to 'protect ourselves', our nation-states begin to look like prisons.

The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'. 'How would you know?' Asks Sindhi cap. 'You only have a black and white television'. 'But it's a very good one. You can almost see colours.

All human stories are migration stories because everyone is a refugee from their own childhood.

You can live in the same city your entire life and still be completely a foreigner when you step out, in your old age, onto the street.

Which is stronger, politics or love? is like asking, Which is stronger, exhaling or inhaling? They are two sides of the same thing.

India to someone who lives in Lahore is like Queens to someone who lives in Lower Manhattan - it's not far away, and yet it doesn't exist.