The suicide bomber's imagination leads him to believe in a brilliant act of heroism, when in fact he is simply blowing himself up pointlessly and taking other people's lives.
Salman RushdieTo understand just one life you have to swallow the world ... do you wonder, then, that I was a heavy child?
Salman RushdieIf my child had prejudice in his head, I'd be ashamed. I would see it as my failure as a parent.
Salman RushdieAbraham Zogoiby covered his face that night in August 1939 because he had been assailed by fear, [...] a sudden apprehension that the ugliness of life might defeat its beauty; that love did not make lovers invulnerable. Nevertheless, he thought, even if the world's beauty and love were on the edge of destruction, theirs would still be the only side to be on; defeated love would still be love, hate's victory would not make it other than it was.
Salman Rushdie