"Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting. "
"She would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art owner running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan - to salvage from perishing. To preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires and she couldn't, in the end, save it all."
~ Laila, A Thousand Splendid Suns