You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel.

He stopped, turned. He cupped his hands around his mouth. ''For you a thousand times over!'' he said. Then he smiled his Hassan smile and disappeared around the corner.

[Flying kite with my friends] is one of the seminal memories of growing up for me.

A stubborn ass needs a stubborn driver

I have very fond memories of my childhood in Afghanistan, largely because my memories, unlike those of the current generation of Afghans, are untainted by the spectre of war, landmines, and famine.

In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity.

You’re not going to cry, are you? - I am not going to cry! Not over you. Not in a thousand years.