Khalid AbdallaQuotes

Assef: You want my advice? Run away. That's what you do best.

Amir: Not without Sohrab.

Assef: [shoves Sohrab at him; hits Amir] You want him? Take him. Of course, I did not say you could have him for free.

Amir: Do you remember what these streets smelled like in the old days?

Farid: Kabob.

Amir: Lamb kabob.

Soraya: What do you see?

Amir: The rest of my life.

Rahim Khan: You should come home.

Amir: Home? I don't think now's such a good time.

Rahim Khan: It is a very bad time, but you should come. There is a way to be good again, Amir agha.

Baba: My son, the college graduate.

Amir: It's just community college.

Baba: It's college. And someday, Dr. Amir!

Amir: Baba, have you ever thought about getting new servants?

Baba: Why would I ever want to do that?

Amir: [already regretting it] I guess you wouldn't. It was just a question.

Baba: I grew up with Ali. My father took him in, he loved Ali like his own son. 40 years Ali's been with my family. 40 goddamn years. And you think I'm just going to throw him out? I've never laid a hand on you, Amir, but you ever say that again... You bring me shame. And Hassan... Hassan's not going anywhere. Do you understand? I SAID, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!

Hassan: I like Charles Bronson. Maybe someday we'll go to Iran.

Amir: Why?

Hassan: Maybe we'd see him somewhere. I could get his autograph.

Amir: Charles Bronson's not Iranian.

Hassan: He's not? So why does he speak Farsi with an Iranian accent?

Hassan: [Talking about a story Amir wrote] Why did he kill his wife?

Amir: Because he would cry and his tears would turn into pearls.

Hassan: But why didn't he smell an onion?

Amir: Would you eat dirt if I asked you to do that?

Hassan: If you would ask it I would.

Hassan: But you would not ask that, would you?

Amir: Of course not.

Amir: 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.

Amir: Who are we in this complicated world?

Amir: The citizens of Kabul were skeletons now. Skeletons selling naswar in the night market, skeletons drinking cups of strong tea, skeletons playing cards in the moonlight. They greeted me as I passed, teeth clacking together in their jaws. "Salaam, brother," they said. "Welcome home.

Amir: You see, General Sahib, my father slept with his servant's wife, and she bore him a son named Hassan. Hassan is dead now. That boy sleeping in the other room is Hassan's son. He's my nephew. That's what you tell people when they ask. And one more thing, General Sahib: you will never again refer to him as "a Hazara boy" in my presence. He has a name, and it's Sohrab.

Miller: What happened to your leg?

Freddy: My leg is in Iran. Since 1987. Me too, I fight for my country.

Miller: Freddy listen, you give me your information, I'm going to get you a reward for what you did today.

Freddy: Reward... You think I do this for money? You think I don't care about my country? I see what's happening. You don't think I see what's happening? And all the people now, they have no water, they have no electricity - you think I do this for reward? You don't think I do this for me? For my future. For my country. For all these things? Whatever you want here, I want more than you want. I want to help my country.

Freddy: [to Miller] It is not for you to decide what happens here.

Saeed Al-Ghamdi: [''Realizing that the passengers are moments away from breaking into the cockpit''] Ziad! Ahh!

Ziad Jarrah: [''Realizing that his mission to strike the Capitol Building has failed, Jarrah puts the plane in a steep dive''; ''Outside, the passengers successfully weaken the door enough to tear it off its hinges''] Allahu Akbar!

Todd Beamer: [''As the passengers breach the cockpit, Jarrah yells in Arabic''] Bring the pilot up!

Saeed Al-Ghamdi: [''in Arabic''; ''Passenger Mark Bingham enters the cockpit and grabs Saeed''] Pull it down!

Passengers shout at once: Get him up! Grab his hands! Grab his hands! Get his hand!

Ziad Jarrah: [''In Arabic''] Hey! Hey! Give it to me! Give it to me!

Todd Beamer: [''As Burnett begins manhandling Jarrah, the picture of the Capitol Building is knocked off of the yoke''] Pull it up!

Saeed Al Ghamdi: [''seeing Bingham bludgeon Haznawi's head with a fire extinguisher''; ''In Arabic''] They're beating Haznawi! Let me go and help him!

Ziad Jarrah: [''In Arabic''] No! Hold onto something, I’m gonna lower the aircraft!

Ahmed Al Nami: [''to Saeed in Arabic''] The passengers have gone to the back of the plane. They are talking together.

Saeed Al Ghamdi: [''to Ziad in Arabic''] What are we going to do? If they are planning an attack.

Ziad Jarrah: [''In Arabic''] Oh God! Oh God!

Saeed Al Ghamdi: [''In Arabic''] How much longer?

Ziad Jarrah: [''In Arabic''] Twenty minutes.

Saeed Al Ghamdi: [''In Arabic''] Twenty minutes? We can't keep going for twenty minutes!

Ziad Jarrah: [''In Arabic''] The plane can't go any faster!

Ziad Jarrah: The brothers have hit both targets!

Saeed Al Ghamdi: Shall I go and tell them?

Ziad Jarrah: [''Saeed runs out of the cockpit''] Yes. Tell them our time has come! Our time has come!

Ziad Jarrah: [''in Arabic, after al-Nami has sat down next to him''] What are you doing here?

Ahmed al-Nami: Why are we waiting?

Ziad Jarrah: It's not the right time. Sit and I will give you the sign.

Ahmed al-Nami: When?

Ziad Jarrah: Go and sit down.

Ahmed al-Nami: We have to do it now.

Deborah Welsh: [''interrupting; to Jarrah''] Would you like anything to drink?

Ziad Jarrah: [''in English''] No. I'm fine, thank you.

Deborah Welsh: Sure?

Ziad Jarrah: Yes.

Ziad Jarrah: [''as he puts the plane into a steep dive''] Allahu Akbar!

Ziad Jarrah: We must go lower.

Ziad Jarrah: Lord to you I have submitted myself, given you my faith. On you I depend.

Ziad Jarrah: Open the door. Open the door and nobody will be hurt.