There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees - as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again.

As the days dwindled towards the end of the week I knew only one thing: I couldn't return to our old life. Haroon had taken Honour and Al with him,

People don't really change, they just adapt to circumstances.

They say some couples are joined in heaven, and on Earth they look for their partner soul to be with.I knew I had found mine in her. And who can fight heaven?

The fires of hell were seventy times hotter than the fires of the iron.

I had to be an adult, be a father without a son, so for one last moment I needed to be a son who needed his mother.

Honour and I would have to create our world, live by our own rules. My family wasn't ready for her just yet. I didn't know if they ever would be.

My heart was in my mouth. I realised that I had no desire to know any more about her past. What was behind her made me feel sick, petrified. Only the future mattered now.

Do you have a girlfriend?''No, ' I said quickly.Deny Honour again. Peter only denied Jesus three times. I must have denied Honour like three thousand times.

Do you ever look up at the stars and try to contemplate the ends of the universe?

9/11 forced us to build another identity, to look deep and say who are we and what do we believe and is killing in the name of Islam part of that religion?No. No. No.

Fundamentalism not only fuels devastating acts of violence, but also all kinds of primitive prejudicial behaviors, such as Misogyny, Polygamy, Homophobia, and Islamophobia.

Self-knowledge is the only basis of true knowledge.

Night, which in Autumn seems to fall from the sky so suddenly, chilled us...

There is nothing in this world that I fear to say.

Everyone would like to behave like a pagan, with everyone else behaving like a Christian.

I've been curious ever since I was a little kid.

Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.

Touch water in the West and you touch everything.

Artists are like messengers. A song is authored by you, but its interpretation is owned by other people. And you have no control over that.

A forty-year-old woman is only something to men who have loved her in her youth.