I Think Islam Is In A Sense,

That, Of Course, Is What Great Works Of Imagination Do For Us: They Make Us A Little Restless, Destabilize Us, Question Our Preconceived Notions And Formulas.

She Was One Of Those People Who Are Irrevocably, Incurably Honest And Therefore Both Inflexible And Vulnerable At The Same Time.

The Novels Were An Escape From Reality In The Sense That We Could Marvel At Their Beauty And Perfection. Curiously, The Novels We Escaped Into Led Us Finally To Question And Prod Our Own Realities, About Which We Felt So Helplessly Speechless.

A Bad Author Can Take The Most Moral Issue And Make You Want To Just Never, Ever Think About That Moral Issue.

When I Walked Down The Streets, I Asked Myself, Are These My People?, Is This My Hometown, Am I Who I Am?