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#fridayreads "This is typical," he said. "We people of Swat were first seduced by the Taliban, then killed by them and now blamed for them. Seduced killed and blamed." P104

#fridayreads "...one day our graves will swallow up our playground.."

#fridayreads "...the Soviet Union had died, and she hadn't, and the appendices couldn't explain this discrepancy in data, when the subject outlasted its experiment."

"The President is a superior kind of slave," and somebody was always watching his every move, analyzing his every gesture, resenting his ever enjoying a holiday.

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Little villages like this have ways of squelching your dreams...

#fridayreads "You reach a moment in life when, among the people you have known, the dead outnumber the living. And the mind refuses to accept more faces, more expressions: on every new face you encounter, it prints the old forms, for each one it finds the most suitable mask.

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Libraries are sanctuaries from the world and command centers onto it...

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...a sound that's not human or is more than human, the sound of lives being extinguished but also the sound of material things breaking. It's the sound of things falling from on high, an interrupted and somehow also eternal sound, a sound that didn't ever end, that kept ringing in my head from that very afternoon and still shows no sign of wanting to leave it, that is forever suspended in my memory, hanging...

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#fridayreads "If a panda gets pregnant, the entire nation celebrates. But if a woman gets pregnant she's treated like a criminal."

The images on the screen fill Sheida with anxiety every time she sees them, as though she is late for something, or left behind, excluded. She is envious of the burst of energy in that young crowd, of the way it is all happening without her, of the way her place in that tide of history is unoccupied. At the same time, she is afraid of the bloody faces and gunshot wounds and the baton-swinging security guards...

#fridayreads Praying was part of their education in the new prison. They had been transferred here to be formed into God fearing men. But in that world of violence and madness, God was not what Amir feared most.

Take more than a little salt, or sugar, or fat out of processed food, these experiments showed, and there was nothing left. Or, even worse, what is left are the inexorable consequences of food processing, repulsive tastes that are bitter, metallic, and astringent. The industry has boxes itself in.

#fridayreads "Cynicism is easy. An optimist is a braver cynic."

In Afghanistan, memories are not made of air and light and color; memories are made of iron and stone.

In Afghanistan, memories are not made of air and light color; memories are made of Iron and stone.

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Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream.

...all of them realized, as every year their horizon grew shorter, not the mistake they had made...but the miscalculation in terms of their place within the transit of passing times. Publishing would survive, they all agreed. It's not as if people were going to stop reading books. But then a stumped pause would follow as though they had been handed two pieces of wood and told to make fire.

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We can't really remember. We can only re-create.

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