The Kite Runner

There are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood.

that, I believe, is what true redemption is, Amir jan, when guilt leads to good.

classical ghazal by Ustad Sarahang.

this was my one chance to become someone who was looked at, not seen, listened to, not heard.

“Remember, Amir agha. There’s no monster, just a beautiful day.” How could I be such an open book to him when, half the time, I had no idea what was milling around in his head? I was the one who went to school, the one who could read, write. I was the smart one. Hassan couldn’t read a first-grade textbook but he’d read me plenty. That was a little

That was the thing with Hassan. He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him.

I brought Hassan’s son from Afghanistan to America, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty.

Ahmad Zahir

That was the thing about kite flying: Your mind drifted with the kite.