She did what girls generally do when they don't feel the part: she dressed it instead.

Can't a rapper insist, like other artists, on a fictional reality, in which he is somehow still on the corner, despite occupying the penthouse suite?

But it makes an immigrant laugh to hear the fears of the nationalist, scared of infection, penetration, miscegenation, when this is small fry, peanuts, compared to what the immigrant fears - dissolution, disappearance.

You don't have favourites among your children, but you do have allies.

A trauma is something one repeats and repeats, after all, and this is the tragedy of the Iqbals--that they can't help but reenact the dash they once made from one land to another, from one faith to another, from one brown mother country into the pale, freckled arms of an imperial sovereign.

The library was the place I went to find out what there was to know. It was absolutely essential.

Then he gave her a kiss on the forehead that felt like a baptism and she wept like a baby.