“ I like Beryl Bainbridge a great deal, and she is a writer who absolutely demands to be read a second, third, and fourth time. I admire her great courage in leaving so much unsaid and asking the reader… Monica Ali
“ All the while, when Nazneen turned to her prayers and tried to empty her mind and accept each new thing with grace or indifference, Chanu worked his own method. He was looking for the same essential t… Monica Ali
“ When she woke she thought I know what I would wish but by now she knew that where she wanted to go was not a different place but a different time. Monica Ali
“ I don't know which is more nutty. All this stuff I do outside of work, or the stuff I do all week. Monica Ali
“ While she wanted to look neither to her past nor her future, she lived exclusively in both. They had took different paths, but they had journeyed, so she realized, together. Monica Ali
“ She touched his hand for the last time. Oh, Karim, that we have already done. But always there was a problem between us. How can I explain? I wasn't me, and you weren't you. From the very beginning to… Monica Ali
“ Tevis being childless meant you felt a little sorry for her, and a bit jealous. Probably the same way she felt about you. Monica Ali
“ Gabe, did you pray?' 'Sort of.' 'Me too. Do you believe?''No. Do you?''No.''I don't believe,' said Gabriel, 'But I have faith, if you know what I mean.''What in?''I don't know, life, carrying on, I su… Monica Ali
“ People don't get involved with local charities or politics because they think it's hard to make a difference and the problem feels overwhelming. But I believe that if all I've time for this year is to… Monica Ali
“ Nishi's sister, who was sixteen years old, had gone for a holiday in Sylhet and returned six months later with a husband and a swelling belly. Nishi, strong on forward-planning skills, was taking evas… Monica Ali
“ In the rainy season, back home, when the land had given way to water and the buffaloes grew webbed feet, when the hens took to the roofs, when marooned goats teetered on minuscule islands, when the wo… Monica Ali
“ A pair of schoolchildren,pale as rice and loud as peacocks,cut over the road and hurtled down a side street,galloping with joy or else with terror (p. 55). Monica Ali
“ I can’t stay, said Chanu, and they clung to each other inside a sadness that went beyond words and tears, beyond that place, those causes and consequences, and became a part of their breath, their mar… Monica Ali
