Radwa

“إن حب الوحدة داء، أشبه بالمخدر تود منه فرارا ولا تستطيع عنه فكاكا، تبغضه لنفسك وأنت تعاني الحنين إليه.”
― نجيب محفوظ

“The effort of explaining, even of expressing himself, had become, with the years, more and more terrifying to him. Whether from laziness or from inability to find the right words, he had developed almost a passion for silence.”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse

“Each person has a literature inside them.”
― Anna Deavere Smith

“Sad birds still sing”
― Faraway