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“ومن عجب أن أهل حارتنا يضحكون! علام يضحكون؟ إنهم يهتفون للمنتصر أياً كان المنتصر، ويهللون للقوي أياً كان القوي، ويسجدون أمام النبابيت، يداوون بذلك كله الرعب الكامن في أعماقهم. غموس اللقمة في حارتنا الهوان. لا يدري أحد متى يجيء دوره ليهوي النبوت على هامته.”
― نجيب محفوظ, أولاد حارتنا

“اذا كانت المرأة درست,تزوجت,حبت,اخلصت,حملت,انجبت,ارضعت,ربت,عملت,تحملت قلق وخوف,وكانت في الاخر بنصف عقل فكيف لو كان عقلها كامل؟”
― أحمد الشقيري

“_ كنت دائما متأثرا بعنوان لبودلير: «قلبي عاريا»، من الممكن أن هذه هي الكتابة.”
― عبد الفتاح كيليطو

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

“Here I am going to say something which may come as a bit of a shock. God doesn't necessarily want us to be happy. He wants us to be lovable. Worthy of love. Able to be loved by Him. We don't start off being all that lovable, if we're honest. What makes people hard to love? Isn't it what is commonly called selfishness? Selfish people are hard to love because so little love comes out of them.”
― William Nicholson, Shadowlands: A Play

“الأنظمة المجرمة لم ينشئها أناس مجرمون وإنما أناس متحمسون ومقتنعون بأنهم وجدوا الطريق الوحيد الذي يؤدي الى الجنة فأخذوا يدافعون ببسالة عن هذا الطريق ... ومن أجل هذا قاموا بإعدام الكثيرين ثم فيما بعد أصبح جليا وواضحاً أكثر من النهار أن الجنة ليست موجودة و أن المتحمسين كانوا مجرد سفاحين”
― ميلان كونديرا

“التماثيل تخاف أن تنام في الليل لكيلا تستيقظ ركامًا”
― سنان أنطون, وحدها شجرة الرمان

“We live in a primitive time—don’t we, Will?—neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books.”
― Thomas Harris, Red Dragon

“Live to the point of tears.”
― Albert Camus

“My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal