If you’d been born and raised in Palestine, you’d know that some people are born to suffer. And it never stops, for them. Not for a second. You’d know where real suffering comes from. It’s the same pl...
I was too young, then, to know that dead lovers are the toughest rivals.
I never told her that--what her affectionate and unconditional acceptance meant to me. So much, too much, of the good that I felt in those years of exile was locked in the prison cell of my heart: tho...
I love you, Karla, I said when we were alone again. I loved you the first second I saw you. I think I’ve loved you for as long as there’s been love in the world. I love your voice. I love your face. I...
I looked in the mirror once more. The new clothes felt like salt on the raw wounds, but they covered the worst of it, and I looked less alarming, less confronting, less hideous. I smiled at the mirror...
I know now that when the loving, honest moment comes it should be seized, and spoken, because it may never come again.
I detest bullies for their cowardice, and despise them for their cruelty. I never knew a tough man who preyed on the weak. Tough men hate bullies almost as much as bullies hate tough men.
I couldn't tell him that I felt too weak and beat up to climb a mountain: sometimes, all the guts you have is the guts you pretend, because you love someone too much to lose their respect.
Hell, no. I can’t stand politicians. A politician is someone who promises you a bridge, even when there’s no river.
Happiness is a myth, It was invented to make us buy things
God is impossible. That is the first proof that He exists.
Fate needs accomplices, and the stones in destiny’s walls are mortared with small and heedless complicities such as those.
Esiste una diversità fra dolore e sofferenza: ciò che impariamo dal dolore - per esempio, che il fuoco scotta ed è pericoloso - è sempre individuale, mentre ciò che impariamo dalla sofferenza ci affra...
Do you know the story of the scorpion and the frog? You know, the frog agrees to carry the scorpion across the river, because the scorpion promises not to sting him?’ ‘Yeah. And then the scorpion stin...
Didier once told me, in a rambling, midnight dissertation, that a dream is the place where a wish and a fear meet. When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, he said, we call the dream a nightma...
But there are some people, some loves, that worry every goodbye, and leaving them is like leaving the country of your birth.
But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the...
But somehow, in some way, for some reason, the love had died in me, and I suddenly realised it, and was suddenly sure. It wasn’t completely over, my feeling for Karla. It never is completely over. But...
But reason didn't play a big part in the guilt I'd felt, deep in my heart, since the moment I'd seen his dead face beneath its shroud of snow. Once I'd faced it, I couldn't shake the shame. And someho...
But I smiled, and smiling was easy, no matter how strange and disorienting the street seemed to be. I was a fugitive. I was a wanted man, a hunted man, with a price on my head. And I was still one ste...