The Kite Runner

“Baba wet his hair and combed it back. I helped him in a clean white shirt and knotted his tie for him, noting the two inches of empty space between the collar button and Baba’s neck. I thought of all the empty spaces Baba would leave behind when he was gone, and I made myself think of something else.”

from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini pg. 162


The Kite Runner

“… I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering it things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”

from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini pg. 359

The Kite Runner

“The blast echoes through the street of my father’s house.  Hassan slumps to the asphalt, his life of unrequited loyalty drifting from him like the windblown kites he used to chase.”

from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini pg. 219

The Kite Runner

“Sometimes, Soraya sleeping next to me, I lay in bed a listened to the screen door swinging open and shut in the breeze, to the crickets chirping in the yard. And I could almost feel the emptiness in Soraya’s womb, like it was a living, breathing thing. It had seeped into our marriage, that emptiness, into our laughs, and our lovemaking. And late at night, in the darkness of the room, I’d feel it rising from Soraya and settling between us. Sleeping between us. Like a newborn child.”

from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini pg. 189

The Kite Runner

“I firmly believed that if I had picked up a rifle and gone on a murdering rampage, I would have still had the benefit of her unblinking love.  Because I have rid her heart of its greatest malady.  I had relieved her of the greatest fear of every Afghan mother: that no honorable khastegar would ask for her daughter’s hand.  That her daughter would age alone, husband-less, childless.  Every woman needed a husband.  Even if he did silence the song in her.”

from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini pg. 178

Of Human Bondage

“Phillip was moved into the Sixth, but he hated school now with all his heart, and, having lost his ambition, cared nothing whether he did ill or well. He awoke in the morning with a sinking heart because he must go through another day of drudgery. He was tired of doing things because he was told; and the restrictions irked him, not because they were unreasonable, but because they were restrictions. He yearned for freedom. He was weary of repeating things he knew already and of the hammering away, for the sake of a thick-witted fellow, at something he understood from the beginning.”

from Of Human Bondage by Somerset Maugham

A Long Way Gone

“These days I live in three worlds: my dreams, and the experiences of my new life, which triggers memories from the past.”

from A Long Way Gone by Ishmael Beah pg. 20

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