I returned to Afghanistan because I had a deep longing to see for myself how people lived, what they thought of their government, how optimistic they were about the future of their homeland.

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 best revenge is kind forgiveness.

Best smiles come after the toughest time.

I feel betrayed by own mother.

Most people would say 'the deets', but I say 'the tails'. Just another example of innovation.

It is the tuning of the universe... It's as if at the beginning of the symphony God turns up the volume just a tiny bit.

It is still a fact that our common frontier grows stronger every year, defended only by friendship.

I'll protect my Clan, whatever it takes.

My son is 21. He'll be 22 if I let him.

Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.

I think I have something valid to say. My words are my bullets. I like to brag that somehow I got it right.