Heidi Amar

“Memory. We rely on it so heavily for everything we know about ourselves and those around us, but actually we remember so little. Just wisps of emotions or a smell or a moment. Corrupted files in our heads. Pages missing, torn or burned. Disks unreadable. Memories are like time, constantly slipping from our grasp.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“أشعرت فجأة وأنت تخالط الناس بأنك تعاني وحدة قاسية؟ الكلام من حولك مفهوم، ولكن بلا جدوى كأنهم عمي وأنت تريد أن تسمع خبرا عن النور ممن رأى النور، وأيقنت أن لا أنس لك إلا إذا اهتديت لنفسك ووصلتها أولا بالكون كله؟”
― يحيى حقي, من فيض الكريم

“فعجبت للانسان يوصي غيره بالقناعة , ولا يقنع هو ....”
― يحيى حقي, صح النوم

“You have to read widely, constantly refining (and redefining) your own work as you do so. It’s hard for me to believe that people who read very little (or not at all in some cases) should presume to write and expect people to like what they have written, but I know it’s true. If I had a nickel for every person who ever told me he/she wanted to become a writer but “didn’t have time to read,” I could buy myself a pretty good steak dinner. Can I be blunt on this subject? If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.
Reading is the creative center of a writer’s life. I take a book with me everywhere I go, and find there are all sorts of opportunities to dip in … Reading at meals is considered rude in polite society, but if you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered anyway.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft