I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.

I belong deeply to myself.

Apathy is the same as war, it all kills you, she says. Slow like cancer in the breast or fast like a machete in the neck.

I’m overwhelmed. My biggest downfall is my brightest blessing, I feel too much, all the time. Ya Allah, if it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.

You can't make homes out of human beings.

I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.