Art Is As Useful As Bread.

I Think Islam Is In A Sense, In Crisis. It Needs To Question And Re-question Itself.

There Is Little Consolation In The Fact That Millions Of People Are Unhappier Than We Are. Why Should Other People's Misery Make Us Happier Or More Content?

I Have A Recurring Fantasy That One More Article Has Been Added To The Bill Of Rights: The Right To Free Access To Imagination.

If I Turned Towards Books, It Was Because They Were The Only Sanctuary I Knew, One I Needed In Order To Survive, To Protect Some Aspect Of Myself That Was Now In Constant Retreat.

Lots Of Times You Can Feel As An Exile In A Country That You Were Born In.