Your job today is to pass gas. You do that and we can start feeding you liquids. No fart, no food.

You say their stories, it is gift they give you.

I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But i didn't care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lip. I ran

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

Though The Kite Runner was my first completed novel, I had been writing on and off for most of my life, primarily short stories, and primarily for myself.

A sudden happiness catches me unawares. I feel it trickling into me, and my eyes go liquid with gratitude and hope.

What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.