It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
KHALED HOSSEINIBut then it passed, as all things do.
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Afghanistan has always been sort of a fractured nation, very tribal, where the countryside and the distant provinces have been run by custom, by tribal law and by tribal leaders rather than edicts from the central government in Kabul.
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Her impulse, her need, to be the corrector of injustices, warden of the downtrodden flock.
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War doesn’t negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.
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A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.
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And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
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It’s a funny thing… but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really, what guides them is what they’re afraid of. What they don’t want.
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There was so much goodness in my life. So much happiness. I wondered whether I deserved any of it.
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Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.
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A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.
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Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.
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It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.
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As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.
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A sudden happiness catches me unawares. I feel it trickling into me, and my eyes go liquid with gratitude and hope.
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I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.
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Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.
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