“ Had I known that coffee could taste so good, I would have gotten drunk on it every day. Rabih Alameddine
“ There are two kinds of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't. Rabih Alameddine
“ I know many sports fans that don't enjoy soccer. The argument is that there's no action, not enough of it. Rabih Alameddine
“ In Lebanon, there are completely different opinions and values in one country in terms of religion, modernity, tradition, East and West - which allows for a kind of intellectual development not availa… Rabih Alameddine
“ I can relate to Marguerite Duras even though I'm not French, nor have I been consumed by love for an East Asian man. I can life inside Alice Munro's skin. But I can't relate to my own mother. My body… Rabih Alameddine
“ In Czech, according to Milan Kundera, litost is a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one's own misery. Rabih Alameddine
“ Malcolm Lowry Late of the Bowery His prose was flowery And often glowery He lived, nightly, and drank, daily, And died playing the ukulele Rabih Alameddine
“ Fate would never permit happiness to a man of such talent-a content poet is a mediocre one, a happy poet is insufferable. Rabih Alameddine
“ He may be my half brother, but we're not related. A chasm of incommunicable worlds lies between us. Rabih Alameddine
“ By nature, a storyteller is a plagiarist. Everything one comes across—each incident, book, novel, life episode, story, person, news clip—is a coffee bean that will be crushed, ground up, mixed with a… Rabih Alameddine
“ On Lou's lips a trace of pinot and out of them poured tales of acts of viciousness worthy of the great Lucifer himself, stories told through the night, the tortures, the beatings, the broken bones, ev… Rabih Alameddine
“ The receding perspective of my past smothers my present. Remembering is the malignancy that feasts on my now. Rabih Alameddine
“ I told her I was not sure I could bear living with memories, she said, Look up at the stars, look, they are not there, what you see is the memory of what once was, once upon a time. Rabih Alameddine
“ Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time. It is the world outside that box that gives me trouble. I have adapted tamely, though not conventionally, to th… Rabih Alameddine
“ I wonder whether there is such a thing as a sense of individuality. Is it all a facade, covering a deep need to belong? Are we simply pack animals desperately trying to pretend we are not? Rabih Alameddine
