Mo'men Alhoot

“هذا العالم في حاجة إلى مزيد من الأشرار وإلى أقل عدد ممكن من الأغبياء”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“Why did I write it down? In order to remember, of course, but exactly what was it I wanted to remember? How much of it actually happened? Any of it? Why do I keep a notebook at all?
It is easy to deceive oneself on all those scores. The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful if accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that compulsion tries to justify itself. I suppose that it begins or does not begin in the cradle.
Although I have felt compelled to write things down since I was five years old, I doubt my daughter ever will, for she is a singularly blessed and accepting child, delighted with life exactly as life presents itself to her, unafraid to wake up.
Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearranger of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentment of loss.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“الجمالُ الحزين له وقع علي القلب أشد من وقع الجمال الضاحك”
― Leo Tolstoy, آنا کارينينا

“I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard
to make it love.”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes