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“Qandeel’s neighbour in Shah Sadar Din recalls a night, perhaps during that visit, when Qandeel appeared at his house, sweating, panting. Her brother Arif, a pisto gripped tightly in his hand, was threatening to kill her. ‘I had no idea what had happened,’ he recalls. ‘Qandeel had come there with a driver and she took off. After she left the village, her parents had told us all she was working at some mill.’ She did not want to come back to Shah Sadar Din after that quarrel with her brother. She found this house in Multan and told her parents that she would meet them here once a year.”

“Qatar does not have much history, it's a new emirate. So I couldn't draw on the history of the country; its history is really just being a desert. But I thought, the one thing I must learn about for this project is the Islamic faith. So I read about Islam and Islamic architecture, and the more I studied the more I realized where the best Islamic buildings were.”

“Qatar & The West (The Sonnet) All of a sudden the entire west is peeved at Qatar, Because only the west has exclusive rights to exposure. All of a sudden we care about the migrant workers, The Afghans, Palestinians and Kashmiris no longer matter. Human rights issue here is, we don't care about human rights, We only care about filling the air with hypocrisy and mania. Our poster boy just dumped half his new workforce as garbage, We buy Oscar, ditch Batgirl, and we diss Qatar for buying FIFA! We are just peeved that the Arabs are showing off for a change, Sure it's unacceptable, since showing off is a western tradition. Yes, it's true that the Middle East reeks with human rights issues, But it is also teeming with passion beyond western comprehension. If you really care about human rights stick to a cause for more than a fortnight. Otherwise keep your trap shut, lest you open and be proved a privileged white.”

“Qatil hun main khud jazbaat ka meray” Qatil hun main khud jazbaat ka meray, Har din karta hun qatl apni baat ka meray. Jo dil ke kone mein chhupa dukh tha, Aaj ban gaya hai shor hayaat ka meray. Meri har khushi ko main khud mitata raha, Qareeb na aaya koi bhi saath ka meray. Mohabbat ka diya khud hi bujhaya maine, Kya gila karun ab kisi firaaq ka meray? Har dafa main khud hi chor ban jata hun, Shikayat kaisi ho kisi ilzaam ka meray? Qatil hun main khud jazbaat ka meray, Har din karta hun qatl apni baat ka meray.”

“QED [quantum electrodynamics] reduces ... "all of chemistry and most of physics," to one basic interaction, the fundamental coupling of a photon to electric charge. The strength of this coupling remains, however, as a pure number, the so-called fine-structure constant, which is a parameter of QED that QED itself is powerless to predict.”

“Qhuinn looked at each of the hoods again. How ironic, he thought. Nearly two years ago, an Honor Guard of black robes had been sent to him to make sure he knew his family didn't want him. And now, here these males were, come to draw him into a different kind of fold-- that was every bit as strong as that of blood.”

“Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?”

“Qi is the Chinese word for "life energy". According to Chinese medicine, qi is the animating power that flows through all living things. A living being is filled with it. A dead person has no more qi. A healthy individual has more qi than one who is ill. However health is more than an abundance of qi. Health implies that the qi in our bodies is clear, rather than polluted and turbid, and flowing smoothly, liek a stream, not blocked or stagnant.”

“Qian Xuesen, the father of the Chinese Space Program, studied in the United States, and he was a protégé of Theodore Von Carmen's at Cal Tech and helped start the jet propulsion laboratory there, and then he got caught up in the anti-communism wave and was accused of being a spy and was actually deported back to China where he built from nothing, their entire missile and space program. So, in a way, in a very real way, the United States in trying to protect so-called protect our secrets and throwing this guy out of the country, we helped seed and start the Chinese missile program.”

“Qiao Guanhua and I drafted the last remaining section of the Shanghai Communiqué ... The U.S. side declared: The United States acknowledges that all Chinese on either side of the Taiwan Strait maintain there is but one China and that Taiwan is a part of China. The United States government does not challenge that position. It reaffirms its interest in a peaceful settlement of the Taiwan question by the Chinese themselves. With this prospect in mind, it affirms the ultimate objective of the withdrawal of all U.S. forces and military installations from Taiwan. In the meantime, it will progressively reduce its forces and military installations on Taiwan as the tension in the area diminishes.”

“Qu'attendent les femmes pour se lever et crier "Assez !" Trop d'entre elles consentent à leur oppression. Cela paraît insensé, bien sûr, mais religion et culture se liguent depuis des siècles pour fonder ce consentement mû en complicité. Victimes d'enfermement, elles se laissent leurrer par les fleurs de leur maître, ses hymnes à la fée du logis, ses éloges à la déesse de leur cœur. [...] Le trône est une prison, elles le découvrent très vite mais s'y résignent, cherchant désespérément à y trouver quelque avantage pour éviter la blessure, sauver l'honneur, sauver leur peau, quitte à entretenir et reproduire le système. Complices, donc. Et c'est terrible. Le sort des femmes n'échappe pas à la règle qui perpétue les grandes oppressions de l'Histoire : sans le consentement de l'opprimé -individu, peuple, ou moitié de l'humanité-, ces oppressions ne pourraient durer.”

“Qu'est-ce que c'est, le Graal? Vous savez pas vraiment! Et moi non plus! Et j'en ai rien à cirer! Regardez-nous: y'en a pas deux qui ont le même âge, pas deux qui viennent du même endroit! Des seigneurs, des chevaliers errants, des riches, des pauvres! Mais, à la table ronde, pour la première fois dans toute l'histoire du peuple breton, nous cherchons tous la même chose: le Graal! C'est le Graal qui fait de vous des chevaliers, des hommes civilisés, qui nous différencie des tribus barbares. Le Graal, c'est notre union. Le Graal c'est notre grandeur.”

“Qu'est-ce que le roman, en effet, sinon cet univers où l'action trouve sa forme, où les mots de la fin sont prononcés, les êtres livrés aux êtres, où toute vie prend le visage du destin. Le monde romanesque n'est que la correction de ce monde-ci, suivant le désir profond de l'homme. Car il s'agit bien du même monde. La souffrance est la même, le mensonge et l'amour. Les héros ont notre langage, nos faiblesses, nos forces. Leur univers n'est ni plus beau ni plus édifiant que le nôtre. Mais eux, du moins, courent jusqu'au bout de leur destin, et il n'est même jamais de si bouleversants héros que ceux qui vont jusqu'à l'extrémité de leur passion.[...] Voici donc un monde imaginaire, mais créé par la correction de celui-ci, un monde où la douleur peut, si elle le veut, durer jusqu'à la mort, où les passions ne sont jamais distraites, où les êtres sont livrés à l'idée fixe et toujours présents les uns aux autres. L'homme s'y donne enfin à lui-même la forme et la limite apaisante qu'il poursuit en vain dans sa condition. Le roman fabrique du destin sur mesure. C'est ainsi qu'il concurrence la création et qu'il triomphe, provisoirement, de la mort.”

“Qu'il est bon pourtant de faire partie de la meute ! Faire partie de ceux qui portent aux nues, ou vouent aux gémonies. Comment ne pas voir dans le café des Poètes de Thrace ma ville de Saint-Gilles ? Thrace ne ressemble en rien aux communes réunionnaises faites de tôle et de flamboyants, au carrefour des virages menant aux cirques, ou des sentiers vers la plage. Mon Thrace à moi, ou ma Thrace, c'est bine l'île de La Réunion, et Saint-Gilles en est le café des Poètes. Saint-Gilles, c'est l'Avant-Garde de Cocteau, sa jeunesse dorée, celle qu'on exhibe volontiers. Corps offerts sur la plage comme en terrasse. La profondeur de l'invisible, nous la laissons à l'océan. On reconnaît le jeune Saint-Gillois à ses épaules carrées de surfeur, mèches blondes de préférence, la Saint-Gilloise à ses longues jambes bronzées, sa chevelure brune.”