Don't ask me to give up my name, my features, the color of my eyes, and the shape of my lips so I can take a walk through squalor and desolation. Don't ask me to become something less than a shadow, an anonymous thing rustling around in a hostile place. -- page 78
"I won't let them kill you."
"We've already been killed, all of us. It happened so long ago, we've forgotten it." -- page 164
Not as good as Khaled Hosseini's writings set in Taliban-ruled Afghanistan, but not bad.