Asmaa Khalil

“وكأن روحي قد وجدت ملاذا لها داخل جسدي الغريب الذي لم يعرف الاستقرار, لا أدري ما الذي يحدث بالضبط ولكن هذا الفضاء لا يني يواصل اتساعه من حولي, ينساب إلى داخلي ويمنحمي شيئا من تلك السكينة المفتقدة.”
― محمد المنسي قنديل, قمر على سمرقند

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“Mungo’s capacity for love frustrated her. His loving wasn’t selflessness; he simply couldn’t help it. Mo-Maw needed so little and he produced too much, so that it all seemed a horrible waste. It was a harvest no one had seeded, and it blossomed from a vine no one had tended. It should have withered years ago, like hers had, like Hamish’s had. Yet Mungo had all this love to give and it lay about him like ripened fruit and nobody bothered to gather it up.”
― Douglas Stuart, Young Mungo