I think the emancipation of women in Afghanistan has to come from inside, through Afghans themselves, gradually, over time.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

As a writer, I am just an actor in a play, telling a story that needs to be told.

The Responsive Classroom approach creates an ideal environment for learning--every teacher should know about it.

Trust no one, " said Sullivan, "especially Teachers.

If it’s not one god it’s another. Allah or oil. Jesus or Jewels. Lenin or lust.

Don't put off for tomorrow what you should do today.

I am encouraged to see women are being elected in Chile, Argentina, Liberia, Ireland. More is more.

We're going off the rails on a crazy train.

I think I've got the best job around.

Everybody loves a sad ballad because it's cathartic. For artists, in a lot of ways, that's sort of our therapy sessions is when you're singing a song.