A Thousand Splendid Suns
This is what it means to be a woman in this world.
Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman.
God's words will never betray you, my girl.
Only one skill. And it is this: tahamul. Endure.
You're afraid, Nana. You're afraid that I might find the happiness you never had. And you don't want me to be happy. You don't want a good life for me. You're the one with the wretched heart.
I guess some people can't be dead enough.
One could not could the moons that shimmer on her roofs or the thousand suns that hide behind her walls.
And the Mountains Echoed
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoings or rightdoings, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
You know nothing of courage. For courage, there must be something at stake. I have come here with nothing to lose.
When you have lived as long as I have, you find that cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same color.
Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.
A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.
I suspect the truth is that we are all waiting, all of us, against unsurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.
They say find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind.
Creating means vandalizing the lives of other people, turning them into unwilling and unwitting participants. You steal their desires, their dreams, pocket their flaws, their suffering. You take what does not belong to you. You do this knowingly.
Beauty is an enormous unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.
