Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away.

He had the blue kite in his hands; that was the first thing I saw. And I can't lie now and say my eyes didn't scan it for any rips.

I have a particular disdain for Islamic extremism, and of course, in both 'The Kite Runner' and 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' that's obvious.

The bewildering success of my books continues to surprise me.

They say, Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind.

The story of what has happened to women in Afghanistan, however, is a very important one, and fertile ground for fiction.

Kabul is... a thousand tragedies per square mile.