I Wished I Could Be Alone In

America Was Different. America Was A River, Roarng Along, Unmindful Of The Past. I Could Wade Into This River, Let My Sins Drown To The Bottom, Let The Waters Carry Me Someplace Far. Someplace With No Ghosts, No Memories, And No Sins.

For A Novelist, It's Kind Of An Onerous Burden To Represent An Entire Culture.

In 2004, I Took A One Year Sabbatical To Finish My Second Novel, A Thousand Splendid Suns. At The End Of That Year, I Was Not Done With My Book, And Had To In Effect Resign From Work. I Did. I Never Went Back.

Behind Every Trial And Sorrow That He Makes Us Shoulder, God Has A Reason.

A Man Who Has No Conscience, No Goodness, Does Not Suffer.