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This is proving to be such a hard one to finish...

Probably my most ambitious reading goal of the year, followed by The Odyssey. *deep breath* Here we go.

The secret is here in the present. If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. And, if you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better. Forget about the future, and live each day according to the teachings...

"I'm like everyone else - I see the world in terms of what I would like to see happen, not what actually does."

Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own. Hear, hear!

The more Tempi talks about the Adem culture, the more I'm reminded of the samurai, and the Lethani in particular bringing to mind the bushido.

That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink. How true...

People naturally pay their respects to the dead. The person had, after all, just accomplished the personal, profound feat of dying. What an interesting idea, describing death as an accomplishment. Can't help but wonder though if this was meant to be sarcasm...

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.

Really need more words to describe speaking in a loud voice other than screaming and yelling...

...people floating in a pool of mysterious question marks... lol.

It is maddening how he's giving these tantalising hints as to how everything's connected and how I can't figure it out. Like having a word at the tip of your tongue and not being able to recall it!

Yet the way men live is far removed from the way they ought to live, that anyone who abandons what is for what should be, pursues his own downfall rather than his preservation.

Before, I had lived a life of absolute submission; now, my rebellion will be equally relentless.

Men have the monopoly on vengeance, which passes through violence inflicted upon women.

In our villages, most peasants cannot afford to hire a lawyer, so people prefer to appeal to a jirga because the government's justice costs too much.

There was no question in her mind that everyone deserved to live, but did everyone deserve to be brought back from death?

They constantly fell in and out of love, romantically and frantically, experiencing every single day as an emotional rollercoaster that left longing in their eyes and juicy gossip on their tongues.

... 'honour' was more than a word. It was also a name. You could call your child 'Honour', as long as it was a boy. Men had honour ... Women did not have honour. Instead, they had shame. And, as everyone knew, Shame would be a rather poor name to bear.

When I was seven years old, we lived in a green house. One of our neighbours, a talented tailor, would often beat his wife. In the evenings we listened to the shouts, the cries, the swearing. In the mornings we went on with our lives as usual. The entire neighbourhood pretended not to have heard, not to have seen. This novel is dedicated to those who hear, those who see.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

Secrecy is the linchpin of abuse of power, we discovered, its enabling force. Transparency is the only real antidote.

The Noise is a man unfiltered, and without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands, When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed.

Let women make no more ideals of men! Let them not put them on altars and bow before them, or they may ruin other lives as completely as you - you whom I've so wildly loved - have ruined mine!

Ahh I can't believe I caught up to the chapters *sigh* And now the wait begins :(