Hate Has No Literature: Real Fear And

While I Was Chained To A Wall And Being Tortured, I Realized, Through The Screaming Of My Mind, That Even In That Shackled, Bloody Helplessness, I Was Still Free: Free To Hate The Men Who Were Torturing Me, Or To Forgive Them. It Doesn't Sound Like Much, I Know. But In The Flinch And Bite Of The Chain, When It's All You've Got, That Freedom Is A Universe Of Possibility. And The Choice You Make Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

Cowardece Is Often Just Another Name For Being Taken By Surprise.

Shantaram Is The Second In The Series Of A Quartet Of Novels That I Have Planned About My Life But Is The First To Be Written. The Third Book Is A Sequel To Shantaram, The First A Prequel.

The Voice, Afghan Matchmakers Say, Is More Than Half Of Love.

We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.