Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Blood is a powerful thing
Sad stories make good books
Life is a train, get on board.
For you, a thousand times over
Zindagi migzara (life goes on)
some stories don't need telling
There is a way to be good again.
The finger cut, to save the hand.
Marriage can wait, education cannot.
But then it passed, as all things do.
After all, life is not a Hindi movie.
A stubborn ass needs a stubborn driver
Afghan people are just so tired of war.
I guess some stories do not need telling.
Writing for me is largely about rewriting.
about clichés. Avoid them like the plague.
I will follow you to the ends of the world.
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.
You can not stop you from being who you are.
People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
I think he loved us equally, but differently.
Give sustenance, Allah. Give sustenance to me.
Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.
True redemption is...when guilt leads to good.
You say their stories, it is gift they give you.
I have been a fan of comic books since childhood.
I'm gladly doing my own thing for the time being.
Kabul is... a thousand tragedies per square mile.
If you were the poor, suffering was your currency.
So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one.
All good things in life are fragile and easily lost
It was you Nabi. It was always you. Didn't you know?
Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.
Reading is an active, imaginative act; it takes work.
It turned out that, like Satan, cancer had many names.
She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.
That's how children deal with terror, they fall asleep.
You must not believe your own PR; it would be grotesque.
People learned to live with the most unimaginable things.
My wife is my in-home editor and reads everything I write.
A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.
I have this almost pathological fear of boring the reader.
cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same colour.
Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.
You've always been a tourist here. You just didn't know it.
Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.
I don't listen to music when I write - I find it distracting.
The bewildering success of my books continues to surprise me.
But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.
Yes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?