Mohammed

“May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.

I smiled. "Sure."

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager.

"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," he said.

"You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"

"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.

"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."

He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“ليس ثمة جهل أكبر وأخطر من الجهل الذي يهيمن على صاحبه شعور خادع بأنه على معرفة بحقائق الأمور”
― علي شريعتي, التشيع العلوي والتشيع الصفوي

“ما الدنيا إلا مسرح كبير”
― ويليام شكسبير

“What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?”
― S.J. Watson, Before I Go to Sleep