"Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always."
"It pained Miriam to picture Rasheed panic-stricken and helpless, pacing the banks of the lake and pleading with it to spit his son back onto dry land. And she felt for the first time a kinship with her husband. She told herself that they would make good companions after all."
"In a few years, Miriam will be a woman who will be like a rock in a riverbed, enduring without complaint, her grace not sullied but shaped by the turbulence that washes over her."
A Thousand Splendid Suns