That’s the way it seems to me too,” agreed Lou. “In the box, whether I’m a skilled communicator or not, I end up communicating my box—and that’s the problem.

Your mind is a canvas. Paint there the  beautiful things of nature. Manage them in  proper  order. Make it a art gallery. Watch  them daily with  love. You  could  be  like  them.

He that hath deserved hanging may be glad to escape with a whipping.

Except he'd been wrong about that. There was a monster in the lake. It had grabbed Hassan by the ankles, dragged him to the murky bottom. I was that monster. That was the night I became an insomniac.

Written By Khaled Hosseini

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