Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 4, 1965
At the door , she made him promise to go without goodbyes .She closed the door on him . Laila leaned her back against it , shaking against his poundi….
Don't be afraid to tell the truth. It's better to hurt someone by truth than to make them happy by lies..
But if you have a book that needs urgent reading,' she said, 'then Hakim is your man..
Yes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?.
If there's a God out there, then i would hope he has more important things to attend to than my drinking scotch or eating pork..
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 k….
At last, she makes her choice. She turns around, drops her head, and walks toward a horizon she cannot see. After that, she does not look back anymor….
What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable..
When I went to Afghanistan in 2003, I walked into a war zone. Entire neighborhoods had been demolished. There were an overwhelming number of widows a….
I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But i didn't care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the ….
I loved him in that moment, loved him more than I'd ever loved anyone, and I wanted to to tell them all that I was the snake in the grass, the monste….
The film [Kite Runner] was not as big a hit in the United States as it was worldwide, I think it may have been swallowed up by all the other movies i….
It's tremendous what can happen when suddenly you make an emotional connection..
For you, a thousand times over.
In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things..
I have been involved with the UN refugee agency for a few years now, and we have done events to speak about refugees, focusing more and more on the s….
In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity..
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts..
The rope that pulls you from the flood can become a noose around your neck..
Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it..
I entered the literary world, really, from outside. My entire background has been in sciences; I was a biology major in college, then went to medical….