Had I known that coffee could taste so good, I would have gotten drunk on it every day.
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.
I know many sports fans that don't enjoy soccer. The argument is that there's no action, not enough of it.
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...
She felt the intimate loss of who she was meant to become.
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...
I never wanted to be prominent enough to have enemies.
In Czech, according to Milan Kundera, litost is a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one's own misery.
Malcolm Lowry Late of the Bowery His prose was flowery And often glowery He lived, nightly, and drank, daily, And died playing the ukulele
Fate would never permit happiness to a man of such talent-a content poet is a mediocre one, a happy poet is insufferable.
What is the purpose of a city if not to grant the greatest of gifts, anonymity?
I also understand that you have to lie to yourself to survive in a bad marriage, you have to delude yourself if you want to carry on in this life.
I believe one has to escape oneself to discover oneself.
I wonder if being sane means disregarding the chaos that is life, pretending only an infinitesimal segment of it is reality.
My features have blunted with the passage of time, my reflection only faintly resembles how I see myself. Gravity demands payback for the years my body has resisted it.
You looked inhuman when you were dying, Doc, your eyes glistened like dimming stars, you were wasting away and life was leaving you piecemeal, your soul no longer fit your body, you hated it and I hat...
The eye always fills in the imperfections.
...I wondered at times whether I would wake up and this would be just a bad dream, a nightmare that I could wish away, I had the same fantasy when you were sick, Doc, that I would one day wake up and...
Beirut is the Elizabeth Taylor of cities: insane, beautiful, falling apart, aging, and forever drama laden.She'll also marry any infatuated suitor who promises to make her life more comfortable, no ma...
No matter how good a story is, there is more at stake in the telling.
