He is annoyed with their lack of interest, their blithe ignorance of the arbitrary genetic lottery that has granted them their privileged lives.
Khaled HosseiniIf culture was a house, then language was the key to the front door, [and] to all rooms inside.
Khaled Hosseinishe held her breath, and in her head, counted seconds. She pretended that for each second she didnโt breathe, God would grant her another day
Khaled HosseiniOf all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
Khaled HosseiniSometimes, Soraya Sleeping next to me, I lay in bed and listened to the screen door swinging open and shut with the breeze, to the crickets chirping in the yard. And I could almost feel the emptiness in Soraya's womb, like it was a living, breathing thing. It had seeped into our marriage, that emptiness, into our laughs, and our love-making. And late at night, in the darkness of our room, I'd feel it rising from Soraya and setting between us. Sleeping between us. Like a newborn child.
Khaled Hosseini