The Kite Runner is a story of two boys and a father, and the strange love triangle that binds them.

There isn't, even now, a great tradition of novel-writing in Afghanistan. Most of the literature is in the form of poetry.

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.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.

Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone.

Yes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?