You’re not going to cry, are you?- I am not going to cry! Not over you. Not in a thousand years.
There is only one sin, only one, and that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right of a husband, you rob his children of a f...
The reputation of a girl ... is a delicate thing. Like a mynah bird in your hands. slacken your grip and away it flies.
James Parkinson. George Huntington. Robert Graves. John Down. Now this Lou Gehrig fellow of mine. How did men come to monopolize disease names too?
It would be erroneous to say Sohrab was quiet. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. Sohrab's silen...
If there's a God out there, then i would hope he has more important things to attend to than my drinking scotch or eating pork.
Her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.
But they were wasting their time. Because Hassan stood with his arms wide open, smiling, waiting for the kite. And may God—if He exists, that is—strike me blind if the kite didn’t just drop into his o...
You're gutless. It's how you were made. And that's not such a bad thing because your saving grace is that you've never lied to yourself about it. Not about that. Nothing wrong with cowardice as long a...
What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.
They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death.
The lucky ones, the ones who weren't here when the place was getting bombed to hell. We're not like these people. We shouldn't pretend we are. The stories these people have to tell, we're not entitled...
I have heard it said we are the uninvited.We are the unwelcome.We should take our misfortune elsewhere. But I hear your mother's voice,over the tide.and she whispers in my ear,Oh, but if they saw, my...
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!’ A
There's no monster...just a beautiful day.
You can not stop you from being who you are.
Sometimes a finger must be cut to save the hand.
I laughed. Clutched him in a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. What was that for? he said; startled, blushing. I gave him a friendly hug, smiled. You're a prince, Hassan. You're a prince and I love...
He thought about his long life and gave thanks for all the bounty and joy that he had been given. To want more, to wish for yet more, he knew, would be petty. He sighed happily, and listened to the wi...
Gone.Vanished.Nothing left.Nothing said.