Dear child, some stories have no morals. Sometimes darkness and madness are simply that."

"How terrible," said Farukhuaz.

"Do you think so? I find it reassuring. It saves me from having to divine meaning in every sorrow that comes my way.

Do stories, apart from happening, being, have something to say? For all my skepticism, some trace of irrational superstition did survive in me, the strange conviction, for example, that everything in life that happens to me also has a sense, that it means something, that life speaks to us about itself through its story, that it gradually reveals a secret, that it takes the form of a rebus whose message must be deciphered, that the stories we live compromise the mythology of our lives and in that mythology lies the key to truth and mystery. Is it an illusion? Possibly, even probably, but I can’t rid myself of the need continually to decipher my own life.

Real tolerance means respecting other people even when they baffle you and you have no idea why they think what they think.

Be careful with this one" said Dina, bending down to greet the cat. "All cats are half jinn, but I think she's three quarters.

As a writer and a mom, I wish I could split into two or three different people so I could be with my kids all day, write all day, and go out and do the interviews all day. Multiplicity woman!

All translations are made up" opined Vikram, "Languages are different for a reason. You can't move ideas between them without losing something