By then The Kite Runner had become quite successful and I found myself in a position that I had always dreamed of my whole life, which was to write for a living.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

To believe the non-Self’s intent as the Self’s intent is indeed an illusion. To believe that ‘I am the doer’

We all think we know what happens after death. But maybe it's going to be not only weird but also dorky and comic and inconsistent.

Violence is the only way to answer violence.

The working-class folks and the poor, and those normal people living their lives out in the world without the glitter and the fanfare. There is a lot to learn from them.

The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art.

Music is the expression of the will of nature while all other arts are expressions of the idea of nature.

You can make sounds and music out of pretty much anything with a little imagination and putting your mind to it!

The veil between us and the divine is more permeable than we imagine.

Canada, by others in the global family, is, for some reason, taken seriously. They have about 30 million people. They have some natural resources.