Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end…crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads).
Khaled HosseiniI found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night.
Khaled Hosseinithe past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion
Khaled HosseiniPeople in the countryside carry a sense of dignity. They wear it, don't they? Like a badge? I'm being genuine.
Khaled Hosseini