The fires of hell were seventy times hotter than the fires of the iron.

As the days dwindled towards the end of the week I knew only one thing: I couldn't return to our old life. Haroon had taken Honour and Al with him,

People don't really change, they just adapt to circumstances.

They say some couples are joined in heaven, and on Earth they look for their partner soul to be with.I knew I had found mine in her. And who can fight heaven?

I had to be an adult, be a father without a son, so for one last moment I needed to be a son who needed his mother.

Honour and I would have to create our world, live by our own rules. My family wasn't ready for her just yet. I didn't know if they ever would be.

My heart was in my mouth. I realised that I had no desire to know any more about her past. What was behind her made me feel sick, petrified. Only the future mattered now.

Do you have a girlfriend?''No, ' I said quickly.Deny Honour again. Peter only denied Jesus three times. I must have denied Honour like three thousand times.

Do you ever look up at the stars and try to contemplate the ends of the universe?

9/11 forced us to build another identity, to look deep and say who are we and what do we believe and is killing in the name of Islam part of that religion?No. No. No.

It was things like that I remembered about Ruby, the incongruity, the struggle to find herself.No matter what she wore though she was always Ruby, always herself.

Challenges will come, but success is proof of challenges conquered and difficulties overcome.

Guided by my heritage of a love of beauty and a respect for strength - in search of my mother's garden, I found my own.

The industry now wants to be in charge of everything.

Certain peer pressures encourage little fingers to learn how to hold a football instead of a crayon. I confess to having yielded to these pressures.

What's on your mind, if you will allow the overstatement.

Expect to feel pleasure. Knowledge is sexy. Expect to feel pain. Knowledge is torture.

The eternal female draws us onward.

I think arriving at or departing from any airport in America is just horrendous these days.

I don't sort of sit in a chair and pompously feel proud of myself about all the things we might have accomplished.