The Kite Runner
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"For you a thousand times over!" he said. Then he smiled his Hassan smile and disappeared around the corner. The next time I saw him smile unabashedly like that was twenty-six years later, in a faded Polaroid photograph.
“There is only one sin. and that is theft... when you tell a lie, you steal someones right to the truth.”
― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
“People say that eyes are windows to the soul.”
― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
“She said, 'I'm so afraid.' And I said, 'why?,' and she said, 'Because I'm so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.' I asked her why and she said, 'They only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something from you."
Then I realized something: that thought had brought no sting with it. Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night. 
"It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make anything all right.
Only a smile. Any tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight.
But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting."
Assef knelt behind Hassan, put his hands on Hassan's hips and lifted his bare buttocks. He kept one hand on Hassan's back and undid his own belt buckle with his free hand. He unzipped his jeans. Dropped his underwear. He positioned himself behind Hassan.
"What a tight little sugary cunt she had!" the soldier was saying.
pg. 202 "There is only what you do and what you don't do," I said. Rahim Khan laughed. "You sounded like your father just now. I miss him so much. But it is God's will, Amir jan. It really is."
pg. 231 "I feel like a tourist in my own country," I said, taking in a goatherd leading a half-dozen emaciated goats along the side of the road.
Farid snickered. Tossed his cigarette. "You still think of this place as your country?"
pg. 244 Maneuvering the steering wheel with his mangled hand, he pointed to mud-hut villages along the way where he'd known people years before. Most of those people, he said, were either dead or in refugee camps in Pakistan. "And sometimes the dead are luckier", he said.
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When Amir and Hassan were young boys, Amir witnessed something horrible and did not step in to stop it. This causes him horrible guilt and ruins the friendship he had with Hassan. Years later, he has a chance to redeem himself, by returning to Afghanistan. But her realizes that this country is not the one he remembers from his childhood.
The story of friendship between two boys growing up in Kabul, Afghanistan and the act of cowardice that haunts one of them until he is able to atone for it, years later.
Two boys grow up together in Afghanistan. Amir is the son of a wealthy man, and Hassan is the son of their Hazara servant. Although the boys are initially inseparable, when Amir fails his unswervingly loyal friend, their friendship falls apart. This book follows Amir's life in the aftermath of this failure, during his quest "to be good again".