By then The Kite Runner had become quite successful and I found myself in a position that I had always dreamed of my whole life, which was to write for a living.

I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.

My wife is my in-home editor and reads everything I write.

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

My memories of Kabul are vastly different than the way it is when I go there now. My memories are of the final years before everything changed. When I grew up in Kabul, it couldn't be mistaken for Beirut or Tehran, as it was still in a country that's essentially religious and conservative, but it was suprisingly progressive and liberal.

On a high mountain I stood, And cried the name of Ali, Lion of God.O Ali, Lion of God, King of Men, Bring joy to our sorrowful hearts.

Zindagi migzara (life goes on)