Facts about ourselves are not peculiarly solid and resistant to skeptical dissolution. Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial — notoriously less stable and less inherent than the natures of other things. And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.

What are you doing here? (Devyn) I love you, too, Pookie Bear. (Zarina)

But, alas, in most of us good and bad are closely woven as the threads on a loom; greater wisdom than mine is needed for the judging.

thought, She’s your wife. My mother, we buried. But he knew to stifle those words before they came

Written By Khaled Hosseini

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