Safaa Sabeur

“And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid.
So I am still and I am silent, because if I open my mouth,I may never stop screaming.”
― Franz Kafka

“人童年时期的每一个被记住的片段，都是有魔力的。它储存在我们脑海书柜的最底层，你也许从来没有翻动过那一层，但它确确实实地收藏在那里，无论积落了多少灰尘，每一个字依然像刚刚写上去那样清晰。”
― 毕淑敏, 蓝色天堂

“你常常对我说，娟啊，其实你不结婚也是可以的，不生孩子也是可以的。你不要受那些罪了。你妈妈不晓得这些，我晓得的……”
― Li Juan, 我的阿勒泰

“After Mum finished her seventh day of work, she returned home, and, like some strange magician, pulled out from the breast of her coat a beautiful bunch of wildflowers.

Where had she got them? I wondered. I remember I cupped the wild bouquet in my hands and marched outside, scanning the landscape in all directions for any sign of where they might've come from. Wide-open emptiness stretched out before me. Dry and unwelcoming. And yet... in my palm I held moist, healthy, vigorous life. How? The answer was not forthcoming, so I returned inside, found an empty bottle of spring water, filled it once more and placed the flowers in it. They were the only source of colour in our tattered, underground home. Three days later and still the flowers endured. Their life hung on.”
― Li Juan, Distant Sunflower Fields