Though The Kite Runner was my first completed novel, I had been writing on and off for most of my life, primarily short stories, and primarily for myself.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

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 fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

It takes not a few centuries, or even millenniums, but millions of years for a subtle evolutionary change to become noticeable.

A life without having loved someone is a life never lived.

Patents are not forever, but inventions are

You can fool people. You can fool anybody anytime of the day, but you can't fool yourself. At night, when you go home, you've got to be straight up with you.

A Nation's character is typified by its dancers.

We took blood samples and we can predict if someone is doing meditation or not.

If you can give people happiness, you're in their hearts. Now you can just start having conversations with people that you would not have had under other circumstances.

We have to see that all regions of India, particularly the east and west, are brought on par in development parameters.

Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.

If you are in the same place today as you were yesterday, you are a backslider.