What We Search For In Fiction Is

The More We Die, The Stronger We Will Become

I Am Suddenly Left Alone Again On The Sunny Path, With A Memory Of The Rain.

Once Evil Is Individualized, Becoming Part Of Everyday Life, The Way Of Resisting It Also Becomes Individual. How Does The Soul Survive? Is The Essential Question. And The Response Is: Through Love And Imagination.

A Novel Is Not Moral In The Usual Sense Of The Word. It Can Be Called Moral When It Shakes Us Out Of Our Stupor And Makes Us Confront The Absolutes We Believe In.

Thus The Regime Has Deprived Iranian Women Not Just Of Their Present Rights, But Also Of Their History And Their Past.