محمد

“هذه الغرفة عبارة عن نكتة كبيرة. كالحياة. تحسب فيها سرًّا وليس فيها شيء. لا شيء إطلاقًا.”
― الطيب صالح, Season of Migration to the North

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

“There are four kinds of readers. The first is like the hourglass; and their reading being as the sand, it runs in and runs out, and leaves not a vestige behind. A second is like the sponge, which imbibes everything, and returns it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtier. A third is like a jelly bag, allowing all that is pure to pass away, and retaining only the refuse and dregs. And the fourth is like the slaves in the diamond mines of Golconda, who, casting aside all that is worthless, retain only pure gems.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“Without madness what is man
But a wholesome beast,
Postponed corpse that begets?”
― Fernando Pessoa, Poems of Fernando Pessoa