Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth. — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“Winter was every kid’s favorite season in Kabul, at least those whose fathers could afford to buy a good iron stove. The reason was… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“Their fights didn’t so much end as dissipate, like a drop of ink in a bowl of water, with a residual taint that lingered.” — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“I think that everything he did, feeding the poor, giving money to friends in need, it was all a way of redeeming himself. And… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“I pray. I pray that my sins have not caught up with me the way I'd always feared they would.” — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“shoes: that putting them on a bed invited death into the family, that a quarrel would follow if one put on the left shoe… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
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.… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
The short of it is, as an aspiring writer, there is nothing as damaging to your credibility as saying that you don't like to… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
Throughout the last century there were multiple attempts at giving Afghan women more autonomy, to change marriage laws, to abolish the practice of bride… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
At that moment, she cannot think of a more reckless, irrational thing than choosing to become a parent. — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“He says this is war. There is no shame in war. Tell him he's wrong. War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
