“You know, I've been thinking: all the women in the books you like -- Sartre and Camus and all that -- they don't really exist. Not as people. They're only there to wait for the men. To love them and be loved back or not -- mostly not; to be beaten up or killed; to appear as a face on the wall of Meurseault's cell--” PeopleThinkingKnowsMenBookFacesWaitingWallCellsBeaten Author:Ahdaf Soueif
“That narrow stretch of sand knows nothing in the world better than it does the white waves that whip it , caress it , collapse on to it . The white foam knows nothing better than those sands which wait for it , rise to it and suck it in .but what do the waves know of the massed, hot, still sands of the desert just twenty , no , ten feet beyond the scalloped edge ? And what does the beach knows of depths, the cold, the currents just there, where-do you see it? - Where the water turns a deeper blue.” KnowsWorldDoeStillsTurnsWaitingWaterWhiteFeetColdTenTwentiesHotBlueDepthWaveEdgesCurrentsDeeperDesertBeachSandCollapseWhipsCaressFoamWhip It Author:Ahdaf Soueif
