Bilal Tanweer Quotes

“for the first time I am confronted with the fact that places and people are like things: both made of memories and meaningful to us in the same way: we construct ourselves in our conversations with them.”
― Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great

“Ever seen a bullet-smashed windscreen?
The hole at the center becomes an eye. You see less through it but you gain focus, sharpness. That's how it is -- our wounds become our eyes. Seeing outside becomes seeing inside.
Listen.”
― Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great

“What appears strange and complex becomes stranger and more complicated once you begin to investigate it. That's the true nature of the world.”
― Bilal Tanweer

“That was the strange problem with writing, you had discovered. Meaning never matched the words and words always evaded the thought.”
― Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great

“I hid myself behind Baba. It was like being in the shadow. Shadows are empty places in things. The colour of shadow is also black, which is the color of empty things. Blackboard is also black when it is empty No one can draw shadows on blackboards because shadows keep on changing. You cannot draw changing things. But it happens, you know; you draw and you look and it has changed.”
― Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great

“Things taste sweeter when you have some hunger left to linger. You feel it hunting your head for buried things; digging into the fractures of your breath warm and greedy.”
― Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great

“people who ran away are friends!”
― Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great

“a city is all about how you look at it”
― Bilal Tanweer

“My dear, you are not one person. You have many people in you, and each one can ask only some kinds of questions.”
― bilal tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great

“Now, standing here, it is clear as day: more than anything else, you want to find words for what you feel and think and everything that is dark. And then this terrifying thought hits you: Yes, your father wrote poetry to find a language for his wounds. Yes, you in your own way have become your father”
― Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great