Top 380 Khaled Hosseini Quotes (2025 Update)
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351. “I see the creative process as a necessarily thievish undertaking. Dig beneath a beautiful piece of writing... and you will find all manner of dishonor. Creating means vandalizing the lives of other people, turning them into unwilling and unwitting participants. You steal their desires, their dreams, pocket their flaws, their suffering. You take what does not belong to you. You do this knowingly.”

— Khaled Hosseini

352. “The things that have always drawn me to the craft of writing is character, it’s story, it’s something that becomes like a pebble in my shoe, a voice that I just can’t get rid of, and I’ve got to see it through.”

— Khaled Hosseini

353. “People in the countryside carry a sense of dignity. They wear it, don’t they? Like a badge? I’m being genuine.”

— Khaled Hosseini

354. “I have this almost pathological fear of boring the reader.”

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355. “I give novels as gifts, and there is nothing I like to receive more as a gift.”

— Khaled Hosseini

356. “I think novelists, when they write their books, end up having occasionally serving a purpose and playing roles that they never really fully either intended or even understood.”

— Khaled Hosseini

357. “Aku harus berkonsentrasi, tidak boleh melakukan kesalahan.”

— Khaled Hosseini

358. “He was also one of those boys so bursting with energy that he drained others of theirs.”

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359. “All stories I write are compulsive. Anything I’ve ever written was because I don’t have a choice. I write stories because I can’t wait to tell it, I can’t wait to see how it ends.”

— Khaled Hosseini

360. “The bewildering success of my books continues to surprise me.”

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361. “The lucky ones, the ones who weren’t here when the place was getting bombed to hell. We’re not like these people. We shouldn’t pretend we are. The stories these people have to tell, we’re not entitled to them.”

— Khaled Hosseini

362. “I lay there drifting, wondering, imagining...”

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363. “Hadn’t we both yearned for escape, reinvention, new identities? Hadn’t we each, in the end unmoored ourselves by cutting loose the anchors that weighed us down?”

— Khaled Hosseini

364. “It’s often a matter of sitting in front of the computer and worrying. It’s what writing comes down to – worrying that things aren’t going to work out.”

— Khaled Hosseini

365. “They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.”

— Khaled Hosseini

366. “No one snaps our composure quite like someone we love.”

— Khaled Hosseini

367. “President Karzai is an incredibly kind and decent man. I had the pleasure of meeting him, and he genuinely cares for his people. But I think he had too much of a tendency to want to rule by listening to all voices at all times.”

— Khaled Hosseini

368. “Afghanistan is a rural nation, where 85 percent of people live in the countryside. And out there it’s very, very conservative, very tribal – almost medieval.”

— Khaled Hosseini

369. “She suddenly realizes that she may not know how to live without Masooma. She doesn’t know if she can. How will she bear the days when Masooma’s absence feels like a far heavier burden than her presence ever had? How will she learn to tread around the edges of the big gaping hole where Masooma had once been?”

— Khaled Hosseini

370. “It was like waking up one morning and finding that a wild animal has wandered into your house. No place felt safe to me.”

— Khaled Hosseini

371. “It always hurts more to have and loose than not to have in first place.”

— Khaled Hosseini

372. “Baba Ayub didn’t understand. Just as he didn’t understand why a wave of something, something like the tail end of a sad dream, always swept through him whenever he heard the jingling, surprising him each time like an unexpected gust of wind. But then it passed, as all things do. It passed.”

— Khaled Hosseini

373. “If there’s a God out there, then I would hope he has more important things to attend to than my drinking scotch or eating pork. Now, hop down. All this talk about sin has made me thirsty again.”

— Khaled Hosseini

374. “It’s her way of keeping Mariam close awhile yet before time has its way, before it snatches Mariam from the garden of her memory like a weed pulled by its roots.”

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375. “And yet, she sees, people find a way to survive, to go on.”

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376. “What was it about a season’s first snowfall, Mariam wondered, that was so entrancing? Was it the chance to see something as yet unsoiled, untrodden? To catch the fleeting grace of a new season, a lovely beginning, before it was trampled and corrupted?”

— Khaled Hosseini

377. “I suspected every bearded man who stared at me to be a Talib killer, sent by Assef. Two things compounded my fears: There are a lot of bearded men in Peshawar, and everybody stares.”

— Khaled Hosseini

378. “Quiet is peace. Tranquillity. Quiet is turning down the VOLUME knob on life. Silence is pushing the OFF button. Shutting it down. All of it. Sohrab’s silence wasn’t the self-imposed silence of those with convictions, of protesters who seek to speak their cause by not speaking at all. It was the silence of one who has taken cover in a dark place, curled up all the edges and tucked them under.”

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379. “She said this in a pragmatic, almost indifferent, tone, and Mariam understood that this was a woman far past outrage. Here was a woman, she thought, who had understood that she was lucky to even be working, that there was always something, something else, that they could take away.”

— Khaled Hosseini

380. “In her view, people, even if they had behaved deplorably in life, deserved a modicum of dignity in death. Especially family. – Marko’s mother.”

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381. “Her eyes traced the sleek shape of the table’s legs, the sinuous curves of its corners, the gleam of its reflective, dark brown surface. She noticed that every time she breathed out, the surface fogged, and she disappeared from her father’s table.”

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382. “An Afghan who is afraid of dying is an Afghan who is already dead.”

— Khaled Hosseini