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“كنتُ وحيدًا مثل نفق
تجنّبتني العصافير،
واخترقني الليل باجتياحه الطاغي
وكي أنجو بنفسي، صغتُ منكِ سلاحًا
سهمًا لقوسي، حجرًا لمقلاعي”
― Pablo Neruda, عشرون قصيدة حب وأغنية يائسة

“بكوا في أول الأمر ثم ألفوا وتعودوا. إن الإنسان يعتاد كل شيء. يا له من حقير”
― فيودور دوستويفسكي, الجريمة والعقاب 1

“What else do you assess during these test drives?" He felt electricity, every nerve in his body firing at once, this attraction raw and unexpected. "Tires?"
As one, they slowed a few feet before the sidewalk, stopping in the shadows as if neither of them wanted to step into the glare of the lights.
She turned to face him, her gaze dipping to his shoes. "They do seem to be in good working order."
"Suspension?" He took a step closer and heard her breath catch in her throat.
"A little bit stiff." She licked her lips. "I think we're in for a rough ride."
"Acceleration?" Jay shoved the warning voice out of his head and cupped her jaw, brushing his thumb over her soft cheek. Her gaze grew heavy and she sighed. Or was it a whimper? He could barely hear over the rush of blood through his ears.
"A little too fast," she whispered, leaning in. She pressed one palm against his chest, and in that moment he knew she wanted him, too. "Maybe I should test the handling."
Dropping his head, he brushed soft kisses along her jaw, feathering a path to the bow of her mouth as he slid one hand under her soft hair to cup her nape. He felt like he'd just trapped a butterfly. If he didn't hold on tight, she might fly away. "Or the navigation."
She moaned, the soft sound making him tense inside. His free hand slid over her curves to her hip and she ground up against him, a deliciously painful pressure on his already-hard shaft.
"Navigation it is." He breathed in the scent of her. Wildflowers. A thunderstorm. The rolling sea.”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table

“ليتني أستطيع أن أسافر على الفور،
أن أُبعث بعثا جديدا، أن أحيا حياة جديدة.”
― فيودور دوستويفسكي, المقامر / الزوج الأبدي