Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.

— Khaled Hosseini

Come. There is a way to be good again...

— Khaled Hosseini

Every sinner must be punished in a manner befitting his sin!

— Khaled Hosseini

Exploitation to finance a beach house in Hawaii was one thing. Doing it to feed your kids was another.

— Khaled Hosseini

For you, a thousand times over!

— Khaled Hosseini

Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.

— Khaled Hosseini

Hassan couldn't read a first-grade textbook, but he'd read me plenty. That was a little unsettling but also sort of comfortable to have someone who always knew what you needed.

— Khaled Hosseini

He knew I betrayed him, and yet he was rescuing me once again, maybe for the last time.

— Khaled Hosseini

Her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.

— Khaled Hosseini

Her eyes traced the sleek shape of the table's legs, the sinuous curves of its corners, the gleam of its reflective, dark brown surface. She noticed that every time she breathed out, the surface fogged, and she disappeared from her father's table.

— Khaled Hosseini