I also felt The Kite Runner was a story that would lend itself well to a visual retelling in a graphic novel.

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.

The dawn is your enemy.

A person who doubts himself is like a man who would enlist in the ranks of his enemies and bear arms against himself.

No kingdom has shed more blood than the kingdom of Christ.

Never do things for money. It's always the things you do for love that turn out to pay the best.

I can't act. I simply must be myself, do the things that seem natural to me. When I get with a director who wants me to act, I'll be lost.

No combatants are so unequally matched as when one is shackled with error, while the other rejoices in the self-demonstrability of truth.

You slept with Curran and you didn’t tell me? I’m your best friend.” “It didn’t come up.” “How disappointing for you.” Ha-ha. “That’s not what I meant.

The ones who disappoint you need you the most.

War don't ennoble men, it turns 'em into dogs. It poisons the soul.

If you want to kill me, despise me, hate me, and live in an unsightly way... Run, and cling to life, and then some day, when you have the same eyes as I do, come before me