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“Many years have passed while I’ve been trying to rise again… until I began to wonder: did I ever truly rise at all?”

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“I don't see the use of reading the same thing over and over again,' said Phillip. 'That's only a laborious form of idleness.' But are you under the impression that you have so great a mind that you can understand the most profound writer at a first reading?' I don't want to understand him, I'm not a critic. I'm not interested in him for his sake but for mine.' Why do you read then?' Partly for pleasure, because it's a habit and I'm just as uncomfortable if I don't read as if I don't smoke, and partly to know myself. When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me; I've got out of the book all that's any use to me and I can't get anythning more if I read it a dozen times. ...”

“كنت حينما يسألني أحد أصدقاء العائلة: سمعنا أن هوايتك القراءة..صحيح؟ فأجيبهم: بل حياتي القراءة، الطعام والشراب يمكن تصنيفهم قي خانة الهوايات، أما القراءة فهي ضرورة لحياتي. التنفس يعطيني عامل البقاء في الحياة، بينما القراءة تعطيني المبرر..”

“The Babar the Elephant book is sitting in front of me. I pick it up and start reading it. I remember reading it as a small Boy and enjoying it and imagining that I was friends with Babar, his constant Companion during all of his adventures. He went to the moon, I went with him. He fought Tomb Raiders in Egypt, I fought alongside him. He rescued his elephant girlfriend from Ivory Hunters on the Savanna, I coordinated the getaway. I loved that goddamn Elephant and I loved being his friend. In a childhood full of unhappiness and rage, Babar is one of the few pleasant memories that I have. Me and Babar, kicking some motherfucking ass.”

“...بوسعك دائمًا أن تضحي بما أحببت ،حينما تغدو الملاجئ ساحات حرب ،وحين يغلب ظلها نورك .وحين يصبح التمسك بها موتًا بطيئًا لروحك You can always sacrifice things you loved… when they become battlefields instead of shelters, when their shadows eclipse your lights, when holding on means watching yourself wither.”