I've read that if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yo….

I'm sorry," Laila says, marveling at how every Afghan story is marked by death and loss and unimaginable grief. And yet, she sees, people find a way ….

It would be erroneous to say Sohrab was quiet. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off….

People learned to live with the most unimaginable things..

It's hard when you make a film from a book that so many people love, because there's no way to get the entire story into a two-hour movie. But I was ….

When I was in Afghanistan in 2007, I went from village to village where refugees had returned, and they were living out in the open under tents, some….

The impact had cut your upper lip in two, he had said, clean down the middle. Clean down the middle. Like a harelip..

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 ….

In Afghanistan, you don't understand yourself solely as an individual. You understand yourself as a son, a brother, a cousin to somebody, an uncle to….

she held her breath, and in her head, counted seconds. She pretended that for each second she didn’t breathe, God would grant her another day.

I’ll die if you go. The Jinn will come, and I’ll have one of my fits. You’ll see, I’ll swallow my tongue and die. Don’t leave me, Mariam jo. Please s….

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….

Your job today is to pass gas. You do that and we can start feeding you liquids. No fart, no food..

I would give them (aspiring writers) the oldest advice in the craft: Read and write. Read a lot. Read new authors and established ones, read people w….

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

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

I shook my head no. For minutes, neither of us spoke a word. It breathed between us, what he had said, the pain of a life suppressed, of happiness ne….

People in the countryside carry a sense of dignity. They wear it, don't they? Like a badge? I'm being genuine..

My father and I did work for a while at the flea market and there really are rows of Afghans working there, some of whom I am related to..

For a novelist, it's kind of an onerous burden to represent an entire culture..

Soon, he would become an adult. And when he did, there would be not going back because adulthood was akin to what his father had once said about bein….