Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 4, 1965
And that, ...is the story of our country, one invasion after another...Macedonians. Saddanians. Arabs. Mongols. Now the Soviets. But we're like those….
I also felt The Kite Runner was a story that would lend itself well to a visual retelling in a graphic novel..
I think novelists, when they write their books, end up having occasionally serving a purpose and playing roles that they never really fully either in….
You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel..
Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth..
Creating means vandalizing the lives of other people, turning them into unwilling and unwitting participants. You steal their desires, their dreams, ….
Afghanistan is a rural nation, where 85 percent of people live in the countryside. And out there it's very, very conservative, very tribal - almost m….
Your job today is to pass gas. You do that and we can start feeding you liquids. No fart, no food..
Her impulse, her need, to be the corrector of injustices, warden of the downtrodden flock. And.
My family left Afghanistan in 1976, well before the Communist coup and the Soviet invasion. We certainly thought we would be going back. But when we ….
Kabul was a thriving cosmopolitan city with its vibrant artistic, intellectual and cultural life. There were poets, musicians, and writers. There was….
Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly..
The story line of my novel [The Kite Runner] is largely fictional. The characters were invented and the plot imagined..
When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone'….
I have a theory about marriage, Monsieur Boustouler. And it’s that nearly always you will know within two weeks if it’s going to work. It’s astonishi….
War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace..
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 ….
People learned to live with the most unimaginable things..
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said..
He said that if culture is a house, then language was the key to the front door; to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, ….
I have lived a long time, and one thing I have come to see is that one is well served by a degree of both humility and charity when judging the inner….