Wael Moreicheh

“O blindness of the great!
They go their way like gods,
Great over bent backs,
Sure of hired fists,
Trusting in the power
Which has lasted so long.
But long is not forever.
O change from age to age!
Thou hope of the people!”
― Bertolt Brecht, The Caucasian Chalk Circle

“What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty and above all it eats creativity. It eats quality and shits out quantity.”
― William S. Burroughs

“La marea comienza a descender. Los árboles afirman nuevamente sus raíces en la tierra. Las olas
de sangre que golpeaban mis costados se apaciguan y mi corazón echa anclas, semejante a un barco
cuyas velas se deslizan, cayendo suavemente sobre el puente inmaculado. El juego ha concluido. Es hora
de ir a tomar el té”
― Virginia Wolf, The Waves

“Now I was someone else. We knew each other in a way we no longer were and never would be again. Being a stranger is hard, but being a stranger when you’re so impossibly close is unbearable.”
― Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel