Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.

She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.

I did see [in Afghanistan] plenty that reminded me of my childhood. I recognised my old neighbourhood, saw my old school, streets where I had played with my brother and cousins.

In March of 2001, I revisited the short story, and found that thought it did not work well as a short story, it might work much better as a longer one. The novel [The Kite Runner] came about as an expansion of that original, unpublished short story.

she held her breath, and in her head, counted seconds. She pretended that for each second she didn’t breathe, God would grant her another day

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make ANYTHING all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight. But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting. - Amir

I don't know what this feather means, the story of it, but I know it means he was thinking of me. For all these years. He remembered me.