Khaled

“I write. I imagine. The act of imagining in itself enlivens me. I invent characters. At times I feel as if I am digging up people from the ice in which reality enshrouded them. I write because I could not tell her that my life has fallen into categories. I write because I am no longer able to see the spark in her eyes! I write because she used to read my words but she is no longer by me to read! I admit, sometimes, I wish if I can sleep for the rest of the life! Does this really makes sense?”
― Khaled Al-ostath

“ما أهول الحزن العميق الساكت!”
― Mikhail Naimy, مذكرات الأرقش

“وكل الطرق ضيقة ... ما دامت تؤدي في النهاية إلى المقبرة”
― إبراهيم نصر الله, زيتون الشوارع

“Do you believe that evil and tragedy are always planned? You don’t think Fortune has anything to do with it?”
― Amy Neftzger, The Ferryman