وليد

“Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.”
― Charles Bukowski

“There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting.

A man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down.

Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics that experience takes the form of two basic equations: The degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.”
― Milan Kundera, Slowness

“من يفتش عن اللانهاية ، ما عليه إلا أن يغمض عينيه .”
― ميلان كونديرا

“ 
لا يمكنه فعل شيء
الهرَّة وحدها تجلس قربه
يدغدغها، يداعب صوفها الناعم، يقول لها كلمة

لا تعني شيئًا ولكن فقط كي يسمع صوته”
― وديع سعادة, مقعد راكب غادر الباص