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“هواكَ كثيرٌ عليّ، وقلبي ‎على نارِ قلبِك لا يستطيعُ ‎وأيُّ بديعٍ أروحُ إليه ‎وأنت إلهي السميعُ البديعُ ‎فمِنْ أين يأخذني الآخرون ‎وبين يديك يهيمُ الجميعُ ‎لقد ضيّع العشقُ عقلي فماذا ‎يقولُ بحسنِك حرفٌ وضيعُ”

“من كل صوبٍ عيون الناس شاخصةٌ‬ ‎وأنتِ ماكرةٌ تصطاد بالنظرِ... ‎ فكيف أقوى على صدّ العيون، وبي‬ ‎شيءٌ من الحب مع شيء من الحذرِ...‬ كأنني مبعِدٌ عنك العيون كمن‬ ‎يظن يقوى بكفّيه على المطرِ...‬”

“دعوتُ لهم مرّةً بالبقاء فماتوا... كأنّ السماء مقوّسة الظهر، والدعوات كراتُ.. وطني أتنكسر البيوتُ حزينةً وقلوبُ كل العاشقين بيوتُ شعبُ إذا ما الفقر حلَّ بدارِهِ كتمَ الجراحَ وقلبُه مكبوتُ لو تحشد الدنيا على إخضاعه ينمو بحجم عذابه الجبروتُ هبني أكن مرسى تنام على يدي لو تستطيع مراكبٌ ويخوتُ هبني أكن ألم الجراح، دم الإبا ما همّني إن ذبت بي وشقيتُ ما دام مجد الأرز يسكن جبهتي وتنام بين حقائبي بيروتُ”

“لا أحبّ الأعياد منذ طفولتي. لم أفهم كيف أنّ السعادة تُرصد في رزنامة العام كمواعيد العمل. فرح الآخرين لا يناسب مزاجي دائماً، وتوقيته أشبه بتلزيم الحب إلى شركة خاصة. الزيارات لم تصلني بأحد يوماً، ولطالما لم أشعر بواجب الواجبات بل بدت لي على شكل قصاص، والاتصالات التي تولد في العيد تموت معه.. حتى مظاهر البهجة لا تشبهني، لذا، لمّا أزل أرغب في قراءة رواية، وأنا في سريري بعيداً عن فوضى تعم البلاد ابتداءً من رؤية القمر وليس انتهاءً بنوع الشوكلاتة التي تقدم للمناسبة. ثمة أعياد تأتي بلا صلوات ولا تهليل، أعياد على شكل طاولة وفنجان قهوة، ووجه لامرأة غريبة تترك في دورتك الدموية قمراً لا يختلف على رؤيته الفقهاء والمساكين الذين يُساقون من أفق إلى آخر كالطائرات الورقية.”

“Nothing will be impossible for the one who reads.”

“He stood there watching for a moment, not able to move. Even with her mascara running down her face and her hair beginning to frizz, she was still by far the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. It was quite simple, wasn’t it? This great affection he had for Olivia was so overwhelming he chose to walk away instead of being brutally honest with himself.”

“KIDS. They know a BRIBE when they see one. They want a PARENT, not a PAY-OFF. They don’t care if you’re Jack-King-Rodeo or Mister-You-Own-New-York. All they understand is time spent WITH YOU or WITHOUT YOU. It’s that SIMPLE.”

“And then red, marbled with pink, around two imperfect circles of bone-white with dark centers. A space where there shouldn’t be one—ground visible, covered with grass, and some clover. Red again—an image of the tomatoes on the kitchen counter flashed across Beatrice’s mind—surrounding two more bone-white circles. The hand bearing the peacock was severed, that was why Beatrice could see a sliver of ground where basic biology dictated there should be skin. There was a clean cut five inches or so above the wrist, just missing the edge of the peacock’s tail, the muscles and tendons—the bones—neatly sliced through like a Swiss round steak prepared by an expert butcher.”

“When life seems like an uphill task do not ever give up on yourself or on life! Travel to a new place, learn a new language, embrace a new culture, play a musical instrument, read a good book, watch the sunrise, experience the sunset, go for a swim in the river, hug a tree, sit near the lake, or climb a mountain! You will fall in love with life all over again!”

“From the third case, she took yet more books, but these were the traveling books that she had brought for her new ward: they were at once sterner and more reassuring that the others. She cared for for these, too- they were books after all, and she would sooner have her own spine broken than manhandle a book - but not with the same devotion, and they were placed in a neat pile on the floor.”

“The past wasn’t something that could be changed or repaired, and so it was a place Ian refused to dwell. That wasn’t the case with Eena. She often wandered on pathways long since set in stone. That was her way. She had some need to rearrange those stones from her past every now and then, as if changing how she perceived them altered anything. He felt guilty for wishing she would turn her back on it all. To him, no matter how the past was viewed, it was still the same pile of unchangeable, regrettable stones.”

“I’ve worn Niki’s pants for two days now. I thought a third day in the same clothes might be pushing it.” Ian shrugged with indifference. “It might send Derian through the roof, but it doesn’t bother me. Wear what you want to wear.” Eena wrinkled her nose at him. “Do you really feel that way or are you trying to appear more laissez-faire than Derian?” “More laissez-faire?” “Yes. That’s a real word.” “Two words actually,” he grinned. “Laissez faire et laissez passer, le monde va de lui même!" He coated the words with a heavy French accent. Eena gawked at him. “Since when do you speak French?” “I don’t.” Ian chuckled. “But I did do some research in world history the year I followed you around on Earth. Physics was a joke, but history—that I found fascinating.” Slapping a hand against her chest, Eena exclaimed, “I can’t believe it! Unbeknownst to me, Ian actually studied something in high school other than the library’s collection of sci-fi paperbacks!” He grimaced at her exaggerated performance before defending his preferred choice of reading material. “Hey, popular literature is a valuable and enlightening form of world history. You would know that if you read a book or two.” She ignored his reproach and asked with curiosity, “What exactly did you say?” “In French?” “Duh, yes.” “Don’t ‘duh’ me, you could easily have been referring to my remark about enlightening literature. I know the value of a good book is hard for you to comprehend.” He grinned crookedly at her look of offense and then moved into an English translation of his French quote. “Let it do and let it pass, the world goes on by itself.” “Hmm. And where did that saying come from?” Ian delivered his answer with a surprisingly straight face. “That is what the French Monarch said when his queen began dressing casually. The French revolution started one week following that famous declaration, right after the queen was beheaded by the rest of the aristocracy in her favorite pair of scroungy jeans.” “You are such a brazen-tongued liar!”