I commit her to memory. When I'm alone, I feel a strange....

“ I commit her to memory. When I'm alone, I feel a strange yearning, the hunger of a man fasting not because he believes but because he's ashamed. Not the cleansing hunger of the devout, but the feverish hunger of the hypocrite. I let her go every evening only because there's nothing I can do to stop her. ”

Mohsin Hamid

From : Moth Smoke