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“...people don't respect the morning. An alarm clock violently wakes them up, shatters their sleep like the blow of an ax, and they immediately surrender themselves to deadly haste. Can you tell me what kind of day can follow a beginning of such violence? What happens to people whose alarm clock daily gives them a small electric shock? Each day they become more used to violence and less used to pleasure.”
― Milan Kundera, Farewell Waltz

“ما أصعب أن تكون حياتك مجموعة استعارات غير حقيقيه , قضيت كل هذا الزمن تؤمن بما يريده الآخرون لك أن تؤمن به , اختاروا لك اسماً يجب أن تحبٌه وتدافع عن وجوده , كما اختاروا لك إلهاً تعبده وتقتل من يخالفك الرأي بجماله, تحمل عصاك , تهشّها بأوامر إلهيّة على رؤوس الذين أسميتهم بالكفرة , فيما بعد يخرج الرصاص جوقات ليصبح الموت حقيقه.”
― خالد خليفة, مديح الكراهية

“فالخوف تجارة إذا بارت يصعب تسويقها من جديد.”
― أحمد فال بن الدين, في ضيافة كتائب القذافي: قصة اختطاف فريق الجزيرة في ليبيا

“مشكلة السجين - كما لخصها علي عزت بيغوفيتش - أنه (يعاني ضيقًا في المكان و وفرة في الزمان)”
― أحمد فال بن الدين, في ضيافة كتائب القذافي: قصة اختطاف فريق الجزيرة في ليبيا

“Isn't there any heaven where old beautiful dances, old beautiful intimacies prolong themselves?”
― Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier: A Tale of Passion

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

“He was reaching to light a cigarette with his last match when his hands began to tremble. The match went out, and he stood there holding the empty matchbook and the cigarette, staring at the vast expanse of trees at the end of the bright meadow.
“Harry, we have to love each other,” she said. “We’ll just have to love each other,” she said.”
― Raymond Carver, Will You Please Be Quiet, Please?

“Though he continued to take classes here and there in the sciences and in business, Ralph also took some classes in philosophy and literature and felt himself on the brink of some kind of huge discovery about himself. But it never came.”
― Raymond Carver, Will You Please Be Quiet, Please?