If my book generates any sort of dialogue among Afghans, then I think it will have done a service to the community.

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.

Everybody has dreams and goals. All you have to do is dig them up.

Whatever thought that activates a negative mood in your life, absolutely doesn't deserve a single moment in your mind.

The few moments of heaven were not worth the hell he put me through when he was done.

After the Beatles and Dylan, there's this assumption that you are a singer-songwriter, or that if someone else is writing your rhymes, you're a fake rapper.

My ideal weight is moobless.

Technically speaking, there is no music whatsoever on a CD. Lots of information, but no music.

Moreano thought that the full back was gonna come up behind and give him one really hard.

When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, have you grown old.

There's no such thing as a small part. There are just small actors.

Men prefer to believe that they are degenerated angels, rather than elevated apes.