The plant that’s been uprooted has only courage to hold it up.

Why don’t you just call me a hooker while you’re at it?

Everyone must come out of his Exile in his own way.

The city was lovely. There could be no place in the world to which he belonged so completely.That was why he’d always dreamed of leaving, and why he’d always been so afraid to go.

An exile, said Zafar, is a refugee with a library.