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  • #1
    Audre Lorde
    “Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought.”
    Audre Lorde

  • #2
    حسين البرغوثي
    “لا يستيقظ في العزلة إلا ما هو كامن فينا أصلًا”
    حسين البرغوثي, سأكون بين اللوز

  • #3
    Chaim Potok
    “I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.”
    Chaim Potok, The Chosen

  • #4
    J.D. Salinger
    “What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #5
    J.D. Salinger
    “And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I'd probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #6
    J.D. Salinger
    “I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #7
    وليد طاهر
    “غرقانين
    وايه يعني نفضل غرقانين
    حتى فرصه نعيض مع السمك..هاديين
    بلا مشاكل
    بلا خناقات
    بلا بواخة بني ادمين”
    وليد طاهر, حبة هوا...

  • #8
    Albert Camus
    “Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn't much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.”
    Albert Camus, L'Étranger

  • #9
    Naguib Mahfouz
    “سألت الشيخ عبد ربه:
    كيف تنتهى المحنة التى نعانيها؟
    فأجاب:
    إن خرجنا سالمين فهى الرحمة، و إن خرجنا هالكين فهو العدل”
    نجيب محفوظ, أصداء السيرة الذاتية

  • #10
    J.D. Salinger
    “All morons hate it when you call them a moron.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #11
    J.D. Salinger
    “when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #12
    J.D. Salinger
    “The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and they're pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody's be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new partner. Or you'd have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way—I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #13
    J.D. Salinger
    “If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #14
    J.D. Salinger
    “This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #15
    J.D. Salinger
    “I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #16
    J.D. Salinger
    “People always clap for the wrong reasons.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #17
    J.D. Salinger
    “I figured I could get a job at a filling station somewhere, putting gas and oil in people's cars. I didn't care what kind of job it was, though. Just so people didn't know me and I didn't know anybody. I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life. Everybody'd think I was just a poor deaf-mute bastard and they'd leave me alone.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #18
    J.D. Salinger
    “If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and all, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #19
    J.D. Salinger
    “It's such a stupid question, in my opinion. I mean, how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #20
    J.D. Salinger
    “I'd swear to God, if I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought I was terrific, I'd hate it. I wouldn't even want them to clap for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #21
    Kahlil Gibran
    “I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.”
    Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

  • #22
    Alan             Moore
    “Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #23
    Alan             Moore
    “We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #24
    Alan             Moore
    Rorschach's Journal: October 12th, 1985

    Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.

    The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.

    The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #25
    Alan             Moore
    “It is the oldest ironies that are still the most satisfying: man, when preparing for bloody war, will orate loudly and most eloquently in the name of peace.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #26
    Albert Camus
    “It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.
    To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration.”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger

  • #27
    Italo Calvino
    “Sections in the bookstore

    - Books You Haven't Read
    - Books You Needn't Read
    - Books Made for Purposes Other Than Reading
    - Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong to the Category of Books Read Before Being Written
    - Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered
    - Books You Mean to Read But There Are Others You Must Read First
    - Books Too Expensive Now and You'll Wait 'Til They're Remaindered
    - Books ditto When They Come Out in Paperback
    - Books You Can Borrow from Somebody
    - Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too
    - Books You've Been Planning to Read for Ages
    - Books You've Been Hunting for Years Without Success
    - Books Dealing with Something You're Working on at the Moment
    - Books You Want to Own So They'll Be Handy Just in Case
    - Books You Could Put Aside Maybe to Read This Summer
    - Books You Need to Go with Other Books on Your Shelves
    - Books That Fill You with Sudden, Inexplicable Curiosity, Not Easily Justified
    - Books Read Long Ago Which It's Now Time to Re-read
    - Books You've Always Pretended to Have Read and Now It's Time to Sit Down and Really Read Them”
    Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler

  • #28
    T.S. Eliot
    “This is the time of tension between dying and birth
    The place of solitude where three dreams cross
    Between blue rocks
    But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away
    Let the other yew be shaken and reply.
    Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,
    Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
    Teach us to care and not to care
    Teach us to sit still
    Even among these rocks,
    Our peace in His will
    And even among these rocks
    Sister, mother
    And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
    Suffer me not to be separated

    And let my cry come unto Thee.”
    T.S. Eliot, Selected Poems

  • #29
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “Rejection, I have found, can be the only antidote to delusion”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

  • #30
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I'd slept enough, I'd be okay. I'd be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation



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