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“The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.”
‘Behind me is silence, and ahead of me is silence.’
“It seems very American to expect grief to change something. Like a token you cash in. A formula. Grieve x amount, receive y amount of comfort. Work a day in the grief mines and get paid in tickets to the company store.”
He read once about a Sufi prayer that went “Lord, increase my bewilderment.”
“I do not care about the pistachios, Roya jaan. I do not care about the tree. He owes us the fifty years of sun, fifty years of water inside that tree. Fifty years of sun and water. That is the price.”
