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“إن الخيال الخاص بالجماهير، كخيال كل الكائنات التي لا تفكر عقلانيًا، مهيأ لأن يتعرض للتأثير العميق. فالصورالتي تثيرها في نفوسهم شخصية ما أو حدث ما أو حادث ما لها نفس حيوية وقوة الأشياء الواقعية ذاتها.”
― Gustave Le Bon, سيكولوجية الجماهير

“Self-obsession, that treacherous time waster.”
― Woody Allen, Apropos of Nothing

“All day, I worried—what if she resorts to the bathrobe sweater at the last minute? What if she gets something in her teeth and doesn’t notice? What if this guy doesn’t see how totally adorable she is? What if he hurts her feelings? Saturday night, I went to a movie with a friend, but the whole night I was checking my phone to see if my mother had called or texted. When she finally called at midnight, I picked up the phone on the first ring. “How was it?” “Aw, it didn’t go so well.” My heart sank. I was already hatching revenge plots against the cad when she continued, “He was nice, but I’m not sure I’m interested.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Not everyone is lucky enough to hang out with my fashionable, smooth, totally cool mom. Just me.”
― Lisa Scottoline, My Nest Isn't Empty, It Just Has More Closet Space: The Amazing Adventures of an Ordinary Woman

“It was too beautiful a night to sleep, so I put my head out to look and to think. I saw the moon come up and hang for a while over the mountain as if it were discouraged with the prospect, and the big white stars flirted shamelessly with the hills. I saw a coyote come trotting along and I felt sorry for him, having to hunt food in so barren a place, but when presently I heard the whirr of wings I felt sorry for the sage chickens he had disturbed. At length a cloud came up and I went to sleep, and next morning was covered several inches with snow.”
― Elinore Pruitt Stewart, Letters Of A Woman Homesteader: By Elinore Pruitt : Illustrated