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“أما الأشجار فلا بأس من السقوط أمامها لأنها لا تضحك ، أو على الأقل تعرف كيف تداري ضحكها !!”
― محمد عفيفي, ترانيم في ظل تمارا

“إذا جاء الشتاء ، فليس الربيع ببعيد ..!! كلمة فارغة قالها الشاعر الإنجليزي البردان ليصبر نفسه على بلواه”
― محمد عفيفي, ترانيم في ظل تمارا

“فالفلسفة هي فن الكلام، فن الثرثرة مع فتاة جميلة مثلها”
― علي بدر

“أنت تؤمن بالمثل القائل عن بلدنا إنها بلد بتاعة شهادات وأنا أحب أن أرى من ألف هذا المثل الكاذب لأضربه جزمتين على بوزه !! نحن بلد لا قيمة للشهادات فيها حتى شهادة أن لا إله إلا الله يقولونها برو عتب !!”
― خيري شلبي, وكالة عطية

“إن الحال التي نمر بها اليوم، لهي أسوأ بكثير جدا، بل بما لا يقاس، من تلك الحالة التي كنا عليها زمن طه حسين ومحاكمته، أيامها كان صوت العقل هو الأعلى والأكثر سيادة، وصوت التخلف والجمود يثير الضجيج؛ قلة قليلة من ذوي النفوذ في المجتمع شعروا بأن النهضة الثقافية الناضجة العارمة لن تكون أبدا في صالحهم، لأنهم لا ثراء ولا سيادة لهم إلا في محيط من الجهل والفقر يمتطونه إلى الأبد. وعن طريق ممثليهم في البرلمان وفي الجامعة وفي القصر وفي كل مكان دأبوا على إثارة القلاقل وافتعال الخصومات والفتن لتعطيل نيران الثقافة عن مواصلة اشتعالها. صنوف من العسف والطغيات لقيها العلماء والمفكرون والأدباء والشعراء والفنانون، من زبانية الجحيم الذين يتذرعون بالدين ويقحمون اسم الله في كل صغيرة وكبيرة كأنهم المفوضون من الله سبحانه وتعالى حراسا على الدين بتوكيل رسمي.”
― خيري شلبي

“إن الصدفة هي نتاج لحركة قانون غير مرئي لنا .فإذا كنا نضع القوانين طبقا لما نعنيه وندركه من الحقائق الحياتية فإن ثمة قانون أعلى وأشمل
أي اننا في النهاية جزيء ربما كان تافها من قانون غير مرئي يقوم على العدالة المطلقة”
― خيري شلبي

“حين ترغب فتاة شابة في الزواج فهي ترغب في شيء تجهله تماماً. والشاب الذي يركض وراء المجد لا يملك أدنى فكرة عن المجد. لذلك، فإن الشيء الذي يعطى معنى لتصرفاتنا شيء نجهله تماماً.”
― ميلان كونديرا

“Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women

“أحيانا أميل إلى قراءة الكتابات الخرافية، بالأمس عكفت ساعة على قراءة ميثاق حقوق الإنسان”
― محمد عفيفي

“هناك شئ واحد لا شك فيه ، وذلك أن كل شئ فيه شك .”
― محمد عفيفي, للكبار فقط

“أٌقل ما يوصف به المطر الـ لندني أنه مهين للكرامة البشرية ، ذلك المطر الوغد كأن السماء تبول على الأرض أو كأنها تريد إعلان رأيها في الجنس البشري ببصقة كبيرة مركزة”
― محمد عفيفي, تائه في لندن

“There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting.

A man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down.

Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics that experience takes the form of two basic equations: The degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.”
― Milan Kundera, Slowness

“I am not a politician... I only suffer the consequences.”
― Peter Tosh

“Never complain, never explain. Resist the temptation to defend yourself or make excuses.”
― Brian Tracy

“After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what -- I said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let's give it up. Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let's go to the zoo. Let's look at animals. Let's drive down and look at the ocean. It's only 45 minutes. Let's play games in the arcades. Let's go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let's have friends. Let's laugh. This kind of life like everybody else's kind of life: it's killing us.”
― Charles Bukowski, Post Office

“Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working.”
― Charles Bukowski, Post Office

“WHAT'S WRONG WITH ASSHOLES, BABY? YOU'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE, I'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE! YOU GO TO THE STORE AND BUY A PORTERHOUSE STEAK, THAT HAD AN ASSHOLE! ASSHOLES COVER THE EARTH! IN A WAY TREES HAVE ASSHOLES BUT YOU CAN'T FIND THEM, THEY JUST DROP THEIR LEAVES. YOUR ASSHOLE, MY ASSHOLE, THE WORLD IS FULL OF BILLIONS OF ASSHOLES. THE PRESIDENT HAS AN ASSHOLE, THE CARWASH BOY HAS AN ASSHOLE, THE JUDGE AND THE MURDERER HAVE ASSHOLES . . . EVEN THE PURPLE STICKINPIN HAS AN ASSHOLE!”
― Charles Bukowski, Post Office

“I know a man who drives 600 yards to work. I know a woman who gets in her car to go a quarter of a mile to a college gymnasium to walk on a treadmill, then complains passionately about the difficulty of finding a parking space. When I asked her once why she didn't walk to the gym and do five minutes less on the treadmill, she looked at me as if I were being willfully provocative. 'Because I have a program for the treadmill,' she explained. 'It records my distance and speed, and I can adjust it for degree of difficulty.' It hadn't occurred to me how thoughtlessly deficient nature is in this regard.”
― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

“Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret.

Life takes on a neat simplicity, too. Time ceases to have any meaning. When it is dark, you go to bed, and when it is light again you get up, and everything in between is just in between. It’s quite wonderful, really.

You have no engagements, commitments, obligations, or duties; no special ambitions and only the smallest, least complicated of wants; you exist in a tranquil tedium, serenely beyond the reach of exasperation, “far removed from the seats of strife,” as the early explorer and botanist William Bartram put it. All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge.

There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter.

At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this fallen tree at least twice today already. But most of the time you don’t think. No point. Instead, you exist in a kind of mobile Zen mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying but not actually part of the body below. Walking for hours and miles becomes as automatic, as unremarkable, as breathing. At the end of the day you don’t think, “Hey, I did sixteen miles today,” any more than you think, “Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.”
― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail