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And suddenly, just like that, hope became knowledge. I was going to win. It was just a matter of when.

Khaled Hosseini

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Khaled Hosseini
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 4
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Then I think of all the tricks, all the minutes all the hours and days and weeks and months and years waiting for me. All of it without them. And I can't breathe then, like someone's stepping on my heart, Laila. So weak I just want to collapse somewhere.
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If America taught me anything, it's that quitting is right up there with pissing in the Girl Scouts' lemonade jar.
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The finger cut, to save the hand.
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