Status Updates From A Thousand Days for Mokhtar

[...] sometimes, even though suffering be implicit in it, contact with others is preferable to the terror of solitude and the unknown.

He consoled himself by recalling that it is only in each man’s own consciousness that the isolation exists; objectively man is always a part of something.

It is pleasant to walk by the sea-wall of a foreign port at night, with the autumn wind gently pushing at your back.

When things become wholly unbelievable, all one can do is laugh.

It seemed to me that life outside was like life inside. There was always somebody to stop people from doing what they wanted to do.

With her whole life falling to pieces before her, how was it that her voice rang with such asperity, such hard self-assurance?