She made him feel guilty at times. The problem was that she was so honest herself, almost transparent. It seemed criminal to be deceiving her.

For you, it’s all about money, money, money. But what about the forests I say? Some of those trees have been there for hundreds of years. What right have you to destroy that?

Her heart ached to be nearer him – to know that he would stay with her no matter what. She couldn’t imagine how she’d feel if he left – he’d become so necessary to her.

Patience, he thought. So much of this was patience - waiting, and thinking and doing things right. So much of all this, so much of all living was patience and thinking.

Work for a cause, Not for applause.Live life to express, Not to impress.

...and the women spread their ntsaroz and sit on one side, the men on the other, like they are two different rivers that are not supposed to meet.

No one can guarantee success in war but only deserve it.

Besides, I think that when one has been through a boarding school, especially then, you have some resistance, because it was both fine comradeship and a fairly hard training.

I'm not famous for my back story investigations; I'm lucky that I work with good writers and it's usually in the script.

The gaslight of the film [The Girl On The Train] became something that really needed to be dramatized more than the book did, because it wasn't going to read as strongly on screen.

No gossip ever dies away entirely, if many people voice it: it, too, is a kind of divinity.

I'm really not a fan of voiceovers; I think they become a crutch.

If you want to focus more on Allah in your prayers, focus more on Him outside your prayers.