cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same colour.

Afghan women, as a group, I think their suffering has been equaled by very few other groups in recent world history.

The truth is that no one who hasn't actually experienced the senseless chaos and violence of combat can possibly understand it, but those who have and who try to explain it to the rest of us are offering us a precious gift: a part of their soul that's been scorched in the flames of Hell. It's a little like trying to describe music to the deaf or color to the blind ... to make the irrational somewhat sensible, which is always confusing and frustrating, and ultimately futile.

Kabul was very popular with the hippies in the Sixties and Seventies. It was very quiet and peaceful.

I’m all you have in this world Mariam, and when I’m gone you’ll have nothing. You ARE nothing!

J’aurais dû être plus gentille—I should have been more kind. That is something a person will never regret. You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person. You will never think that.

Laila remembered Mammy telling Babi once that she had married a man who had no convictions. Mammy didn't understand. She didn't understand that if she looked into a mirror, she would find the one unfailing conviction of his life looking right back at her.