Quote: "The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born. Huddled together in the dinning room and waiting for the sun to rise, none of us had any notion that a way of life had ended"(Hosseini 36).
Quote: "But he's not my friend! I almost blurted. He's my servant! had i really thought that? Of course i hadn't. I hadn't. I treated Hassan well, just like a friend, better even, more like a brother. But if so, then why, when Baba's friends come to vist with their kids, didn't i ever include Hassan in our games? "(Hosseini 40)
Quote:"In the end, i ran. I ran because i was a coward. I was afraid of Assef and what he would do to me. I was afraid of getting hurt. That's what i told myself as i turned my back to the alley, to Hassan. That's what i made myself believe. I actually aspired to cowardice, because the alternative, the real reason i was running, was that Assef was right: Nothing was free in this world. Maybe Hassan was the price i had to pay, the lamb i had to slay, to win Baba. Was it a fair price? The answer floated to my conscious mind before i could thwart it: He was just a Hazara, wasn't he?"(Hosseini 77).
Quote: "In one of those brief bursts of light, I saw something I'll never forget: Hassan serving drinks to Assef and Wali from a silver platter. The light winked out, a hiss and a crackle, then another flicker of orange light: Assef grinning, kneading Hassan in the chest with a knuckle. Then, mercifully, darkness" (Hosseini 100).
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