The story line of my novel [The Kite Runner] is largely fictional. The characters were invented and the plot imagined.

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.

If being ugly was a crime, they'd be hunting that woman down with helicopters and bloodhounds.

Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.

Change lays not her hand upon truth.

Once man's connection to the divine is denied, you can reason yourself from here to anywhere.

The notion that a contemporary woman must look mannish in order to be taken seriously as a seeker of power is frankly dismaying. This is America, not Saudi Arabia.

Long live free Quebec!

I don't like spinach, and I'm glad I don't, because if I liked it I'd eat it, and I just hate it.

Curran is the Beast Lord. Tremble.

To enslave a people, give them money they didn't earn.

All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force... We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all matter.