“My ex calls the ochre winter 'autumn' as we queue to hear dock boys play jazz fugues in velvet dark.— Broken Verses” — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
Her definition of romance was absentminded intimacy, the way someone else's hand stray to your plate of food. I replied: no, that's… — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
“bay-takalufi.’” He sat up straight and raised his hand like a schoolboy. “I do know that one. It’s informality as an expression… — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know,… — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she… — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
“I am not an Englishman, nor are you. Nor can we ever be, regardless of our foxtrots, our straight bats, our Jolly Goods and… — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
“Its a moonsmile. No light of its own unless there's a sun for it to reflect off” — kamila shamsie Copy Share Image
“If we had more reliable systems of law and governance perhaps our friendship would be shallower.” — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
That's what I want for my life. I want to go to Peshawar... Because there's more past than present there. Two and a half… — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
“At Vipers, when the German gunners shot Afroze who chose to cry out his grief knowing the consequences rather than bear the death of… — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
So many things you promise yourself you won't get used to, and then you do. — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
“The shaking had stopped, outwardly, but her mind couldn't hold a thought for any length of time without splintering apart. She took a deep… — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
