If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I'd cut loose my pain, my longing.

But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

I brought Hassan’s son from Afghanistan to America, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty

Fabio Celon did send me pages as he progressed, both in black and white and some color samples as well. It was really exciting to see the sketches and to see the story [The Kite Runner] shaping up visually.

It was you Nabi. It was always you. Didn't you know?

There [in The Kite Runner] certainly are, as is always the case with fiction, autobiographical elements woven through the narrative.

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