Quotes from Khaled Hosseini

So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one. But just the one. Don't either of you ask me for more.

Piss on the beards of all those self- righteous monkeys. They do nothing but thumb their rosaries and recite a book written in a tongue they don't understand.

What I really wished I had was a twin, someone who'd cried next to me in the crib, slept beside me, fed from Mother's breast with me. Someone to love helplessly and totally, and in whose face I could always find myself.

That night, I waited until Baba fell asleep, and then folded a blanket. I used it as a prayer rug. Bowing my head to the ground, I recited half-forgotten verses from the Koran-verses the mullah had made us commit to memory in Kabul-and asked for kindness from a god I wasn't sure existed. I envied the mullah now, envied his faith and certainty.

A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to lose.

Quiet is peace. Tranquillity. Quiet is turning down the VOLUME knob on life. Silence is pushing the OFF button. Shutting it down. All of it. Sohrab's silence wasn't the self-imposed silence of those with convictions, of protesters who seek to speak their cause by not speaking at all. It was the silence of one who has taken cover in a dark place, curled up all the edges and tucked them under.

And, just like that, he had thrown at me his own little test. If I was going to toy with him and challenge his loyalty, then he would toy with me, test my integrity.

if culture was a house, then language was the key to the front door, to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, without proper home or a legimate identity.

Üzerinden çok uzun zaman geçti; ama geçmiÅŸ için söylenenler yanl??. Ben onun nas?l gömüleceÄŸini öÄŸrendim. Her ne kadar geçmiÅŸ pençeleriyle kendine bir ç?k?? yolu açmay? becerse de.

Baba Ayub didn't understand. Just as he didn't understand why a wave of something, something like the tail end of a sad dream, always swept through him whenever he heard the jingling, surprising him each time like an unexpected gust of wind. But then it passed, as all things do. It passed.

She studies mathematics at the Sorbonne. .... - Perhaps it's her way of rebelling. You know a thing or two about rebellion, I think. - Yes, but I did it in the proper way. I drank and smoked and took lovers. Who rebells with mathematics?

It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime

He said I would appreciate later the gift he was giving me. He said that if culture was a house, then language was the key to the front door, to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, without a proper home or a legitimate identity.

Because you, you are precious cargo, Marwan, the most precious there ever was. I pray the sea knows this. Inshallah.

Laila sees something behind this young girl's eyes, something deep in her core, that neither Rasheed nor the Taliban will be able to break. something as hard and unyielding as a block of limestone. Something that, in the end, will be her undoing and Laila's salvation.

Ahora era libre de hacer lo que quisiera, pero esa libertad se me antojaba ilusoria, pues me habían arrebatado aquello que más deseaba. Se supone que debemos trazarnos una meta en la vida y vivirla. Pero a veces, sólo después de haber vivido se percata uno de que su vida tenía una meta, una que seguramente nunca se le había pasado por la cabeza. Y ahora que yo había alcanzado mi meta me sentía perdido y sin rumbo.

Ä°yi ÅŸeylerin hiçbiri bedava deÄŸildi.Sevgi bile.Her ÅŸeyin bedelini ödüyordum.Ve eÄŸer yoksulsan,elindeki tek nakit ,kah?r çekmekti.

She thought of Aziza's stutter, and of what Aziza had said earlier about fractures and powerful collisions deep down and how sometimes all we see on the surface is a slight tremor.

Then I'll tell you," Baba said, "but first understand this and understand it now, Amir: You'll never learn anything of value from those bearded idiots." "You mean Mullah Fatiullah Khan?

It's her way of keeping Mariam close awhile yet before time has its way, before it snatches Mariam from the garden of her memory like a weed pulled by its roots.

Every sinner must be punished in a manner befitting his sin!

Katakan padanya, biar seribu peluru menembus tubuhku, aku tetap tidak akan membiarkan perilaku tidak senonohnya.

After all, didn't all fathers in their secret hearts harbor a desire to kill their sons?

To this day, I find it hard to gaze directly at people like Hassan, people who mean every word they say.