Adeb

“الفلسطينيون كلهم شعراء. بالفطرة. قد لا يكتبون شعرًا، ولكنهم شعراء، لأنهم عرفوا شيئين اثنين هامّين. جمال الطبيعة، والمأساة. ومن يجمع بين هذين، لا بد أن يكون شاعرًا.”
― جبرا ابراهيم جبرا, السفينة

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
― Mark Twain

“I step on the stage and find the lights blazing against me and yet in the same distance pulling me forward. I am like something left over after a storm. Slight, a waif. It is like I am underwater in a pool of brightness. Slowly slowly I walk down towards the men. (...) I guess they don't know what they are seeing. I guess it is true they are seeing a lovely woman. Soft-breasted woman (...) I might be one of the footlights, with a burning wick for a heart. I don't utter a blessed word. (...) John Cole all spit and polish approaches from the far side of the stage and we hear the men draw in their breath like a sea tide drawing back on the shingle of a beach. He approaches and approaches. They know I'm a man because they have read it on the bill. But I'm suspecting that every one of them would like to touch me and now John Cole is their ambassador of kisses. Slowly slowly he edges nearer. He reaches out a hand, so openly and plainly that I believe I am going to expire. The held-in breath of the audience is not let out again. Half a minute passes. It is unlikely any of them could of holded their breath like this underwater. They have found new lungs. Down down we go under them waters of desire. Every last man, young and old, wants John Cole to touch my face, hold my narrow shoulders, put his mouth against my lips. Handsome John Cole, my beau. Our love in plain sight. Then the lungs of the audience giving out, and a rasping rush of sound. We have reached the very borderland of our act, the strange frontier. (…) We part like dancers, we briefly go down to our patrons, we briefly bow, and then we have turned and are gone. As if for ever. They have seen something they don’t understand and partly do, in the same breath. We have done something we don’t understand neither and partly do.”
― Sebastian Barry, Days Without End

“في حياة كل إنسان أمور لا يتحدث عنها, ولكنها تؤثّر في نمط معيشته, في مواقفه, في آرائه ”
― جبرا إبراهيم جبرا, يوميات سراب عفان