I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

I also felt The Kite Runner was a story that would lend itself well to a visual retelling in a graphic novel.

Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.

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 anymore. She knows that if she does, she will weaken.

You're gutless. It's how you were made. And that's not such a bad thing because your saving grace is that you've never lied to yourself about it. Not about that. Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is... God help him.

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

Usually in films, when Muslims pray, it's either before or after they've blown something up.