Khaled Hosseini Quotes - Page 6

I grew up with some kind of storytelling instinct, and when I write, my default setting is to find a story and then to tell it. It's the only way I know how to write.

In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things.

It was you Nabi. It was always you. Didn't you know?

You changed the subject." "From what?" "The empty-headed girls who think you're sexy." "You know." "Know what?" "That I only have eyes for you." Laila swooned inside. She tried to read his face but was met by a look that was indecipherable: the cheerful, cretinous grin at odds with the narrow, half desperate look in his eyes. A clever look, calculated to fall precisely at the midpoint between mockery and sincerity

I think he loved us equally, but differently.

I will follow you to the ends of the world.

Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.

Reading is an active, imaginative act; it takes work.

No one has to know. No one would. It would be her secret, one she would share with the mountains only. The question is whether it is a secret she can live with, and Parwana thinks she knows the answer. She has lived with secrets all her life.

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you’d live to be a hundred years old. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that you were ashamed of me.

America was different. America was a river, roarng along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

I wished I could be alone in my room, with my books, away from these people.

That's how children deal with terror, they fall asleep.

You don't order someone to polish your shoes one day and call them 'sister' the next.

Sad stories make good books

All my life, I'd been around men. That night, I discovered the tenderness of a woman.

Dr. Bashiri, if I ever want to put a curse in someone, I say, 'May God give you a restaurant.

She thought of Aziza's stutter, and of what Aziza had said earlier about fractures and powerful collisions deep down and how sometimes all we see on the surface is a slight tremor.

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.

cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same colour.

Mostly, though, I dream of good things...I dream that flowers will bloom in the streets..again and music will play in the...houses and kites will fly in the skies.

The story of what has happened to women in Afghanistan, however, is a very important one, and fertile ground for fiction.

Then I think of all the tricks, all the minutes all the hours and days and weeks and months and years waiting for me. All of it without them. And I can't breathe then, like someone's stepping on my heart, Laila. So weak I just want to collapse somewhere.

I don't know what this feather means, the story of it, but I know it means he was thinking of me. For all these years. He remembered me.

Her beauty was the talk of the valley.It skipped two generations of women in our family, but it sure didn't bypass you, Laila.