He would drift through the house in search of the coolest spot to read through the long summer afternoons that had a touch of eternity to them, altering the arrangement of his limbs as much for comfort as for the fear that his undisturbed shadow would leave a stain on the wall.
Shamas stands in the open door and watches the earth, the magnet that it is, pulling snowflakes out of the sky towards itself.
God is just a name for our wonder.
When a coin is minted, the devil kisses it.
You have spent your whole life believing such untrue things. Don’t you know how alone you are, David? We are most alone when we are with the myths.
Wolves exhibiting strange behaviour – caught in traps and thrashing about, injured by other creatures or by bullets, pups suffering from epilepsy – are attacked and killed by their pack members. But here everyone is human and must try to understand each other’s mystery. Each other’s pain.
Pull a thread here and you’ll find it’s attached to the rest of the world.
Pakistan produces people of extraordinary bravery. But no nation should ever require its citizens to be that brave.
On the journey towards the beloved, you live by dying at every step.
There is nothing that torments Satan more than the sight of a faithful in prayer.
Her mind is a haunted house.
Paper is the strongest material in the world. Things under which a mountain will crumble, you can place on paper and it will hold: beauty at its most intense; love at its fiercest; the greatest grief; the greatest rage.