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“I like being alone. I have control over my own shit. Therefore, in order to win me over, your presence has to feel better than my solitude. You're not competing with another person, you are competing with my comfort zones.”
― Horacio Jones

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Those who deserve respect are given it freely. If one must demand such a thing, he’ll never truly command it. I am your daughter, not your horse, sir.”

I stepped closer, enjoying the way Father leaned away from me as if he were just now discovering that a cat, while precious and cute, also had sharp claws. “I’d rather be a lowly wretch on the streets than live in a house full of cages. Do not lecture me on propriety when it’s a virtue you so grossly lack.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Stalking Jack the Ripper

“The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups but chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end? They are, after all, empty. When they are old they turn themselves inside out, explode slowly, the petals thrown like shards.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“I know why there is no glass, in front of the watercolor picture of blue irises, and why the window opens only partly and why the glass in it is shatter-proof. It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“But I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want you to hear it, as I will hear yours too if I ever get the chance, if I meet you or if you escape, in the future or in heaven or in prison or underground, some other place. What they have in common is that they’re not here. By telling you anything at all I’m at least believing in you, I believe you’re there, I believe you into being. Because I’m telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.

Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.

There were stories in the newspapers, of course, corpses in ditches or the woods, bludgeoned to death or mutilated, interfered with, as they used to say, but they were about other women, and the men who did such things were other men. None of them were the men we knew.

The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but they were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives.

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
― Margaret Atwood

“وكنت وما زلت أجد الحديث عنه شائق لا يمل. وكم دفعني ذاك إلى الطواف ببيته الكبير لعلي أفوز بنظرة منه ولكن دون جدوى. وكم وقفت أمام بابه الضخم أرنو إلى التمساح المحنط المركب أعلاه، وكم جلست في صحراء المقطم غير بعيد عن سوره الكبير فلا أرى إلا رؤوس أشجار التوت والجميز والنخيل تكتـنف البيت، ونوافذ مغلقة لا تـنم على أي أثر لحياة. أليس من المحزن أن يكون لنا جدّ مثل هذا الجد دون أن نراه أو يرانا ؟ أليس من الغريب أن يختفي هو في هذا البيت الكبير المغلق وأن نعيش نحن في التراب ؟!”
― Naguib Mahfouz, أولاد حارتنا

“ نحن أسرة الظلام. لن يطلع علينا نهار! وكنت أحسب الشر مقيما في كوخ أخي ادريس، فاذا به في دمنا نحن. ان ادريس يقهقه ويسكر ويعربد، أما نحن فيقتل بعضنا بعضاً ".”
― نجيب محفوظ, أولاد حارتنا

“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”
― Claude Monet

“I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint...”
― Claude Monet

“Everyday I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.”
― Claude Monet

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”
― Claude Monet

“The further I get, the more I regret how little I know…”
― Claude Monet

“When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you, a tree, a house, a field or whatever. Merely think here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape.”
― Claude Monet

“Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.”
― Claude Monet

“manuscripts don't burn" - "(рукописи не горят)”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“and a fact is the most stubborn thing in the world.”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“الشك و الايمان...انهما مثل الليل و النهار”
― نجيب محفوظ, Miramar

“أصل المتاعب مهاردة قرد ! تعلم كيف يسير على قدمين فحرر يديه , وهبط من جنة القرود فوق الأشجار إلى أرض الغابة وقالوا له عد إلى الأشجار والا أطبقت عليك الوحوش فقبض على غصن شجرة بيد وعلى حجر بيد وتقدم في حذر وهو يمد بصره إلى طريق لا نهاية له.”
― نجيب محفوظ, ثرثرة فوق النيل

“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”
― Pablo Picasso

“There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun”
― Pablo Picasso

“If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse... but surely you will see the wildness!”
― Pablo Picasso

“هناك احتمال آخر لتتويج مسعانا بغير الهزيمة، ما دمنا قررنا أننا لن نموت قبل أن نحاول أن نحيا ..”
― رضوى عاشور, أثقل من رضوى: مقاطع من سيرة ذاتية

“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“The lost glove is happy.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”
― Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper