My Own Background Is Fairly Liberal And

For A Novelist, It's Kind Of An Onerous Burden To Represent An Entire Culture.

I Wondered If That Was How Forgiveness Budded; Not With The Fanfare Of Epiphany, But With Pain Gathering Its Things, Packing Up, And Slipping Away Unannounced In The Middle Of The Night.

Years Later, I Learned An English Word For The Creature That Assef Was, A Word For Which A Good Farsi Equivalent Does Not Exist: Sociopath.

Children Aren't Coloring Books. You Don't Get To Fill Them With Your Favorite Colors.

I Think He Loved Us Equally, But Differently.