So, I suppose you just have a sense of where it is. And you don’t have to be precise, is that it?”
“Allah is great. He has such wide shoulders.”
Carl stuck out his lower lip in a pout. Of course Allah did. What was he thinking, anyway?

Bak stood a moment, as though considering whether the sum total of their shared working life was ending in a minus or a plus.

He'd make her work so hard that a job as a cardboard-box presser at the margerine factory would seem like paradise.

For a moment Carl tried to picture everything in his mind, and then it happened. Somewhere inside of him, where cause and effect were not weighted against each other, and where logic and explanations never challenged consciousness, in that place where thoughts could live freely and played out against each other - right there in that spot, things fell into place, and he understood how it all fitted together

To go north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To touch the light, you must pass beneath the shadow.

إنك إذا ما رأيت عورةً يشكو منها المجتمع ، فاعلم أن حدًا من حدود الله قد عُطل ، وإن وجدت أُمة متخلفة ، فاعلم أنها عطلت شرع الله ، وأن وجدت أمة تعاني من أمراض اجتماعية وجسمية ، فاعلم أنها لا تطبق منهج الله