Khaled Hosseini
Physician and author of the best selling novel, The Kite Runner.
And I wrote to you, Laila. Volumes. -Tariq
Jalil: I think you look like a queen.
I dream of you too, Mariam jo. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter. I miss reading to you, and all the times we fished together. Do you remember all the times we fished together? You were a good daughter, Mariam jo, and I cannot ever think of you without feeling shame and regret. -Jalil's letter
What good is it? All this, what good is it? -Mariam
Mullah Faizullah: It wasn't your fault,Mariam. Don't think this way. This will destroy you, my girl. It wasn't your fault.
Nana (to Mariam) : A man's heart isn't like a woman's womb, Mariam! It won't bleed, it won't make room for you. A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. I'm all you have in this world, Mariam and when I'm gone, you'll have nothing. You are nothing!
Women have always had it hard in this country, Laila, but they're probably more free now,f under the communists, and have more rights than they've ever had before. -Babi
Nana (to Mariam): When I'm gone, you'll have nothing in this world. You are nothing!
Jailil: Ah yes. Of course. Well then, without further ado...
Giti: Nobody ever came for my hand.
Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman.-Nana
Laila (at fourteen years): What would your mother say when she saw you smoke?
Jalil: try it on, Mariam jo.
Laila: Tell your secrets to the wind but don't blame it for telling the trees.
Tariq (meeting Laila after ten years): It's good to see you, Laila.
Mariam: I can't beleive what you are now, if you were a Benz before.
Tariq: Who's going to tell her? You?
Mariam: What do you think?
Laila: A jeep? Maybe a jumbo jet?