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The universe had an odd sense of fairness; it took away things one did not want to give up, and then gave things one did not ask for.Laila Lalami
2
His anger took many shapes: sometimes soft and familiar, like a round stone he had caressed for so long that is was perfectly smooth and polished; sometimes it was thin and sharp like a blade that could slice through anything; sometimes it had the form of a star, radiating his hatred in all directions, leaving him numb and empty inside.Laila Lalami
3
Telling a story is like sowing a seed–you always hope to see it become a beautiful tree, with firm roots and branches that soar up in the sky. But it is a peculiar sowing, for you will never know whether your seed sprouts or dies.Laila Lalami
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Unfounded gossip can turn into sanctioned history if falls into the hands of the right storyteller.Laila Lalami