لا تزال نوبات قلة الصبر تطوف بي بين حين وآخر.

“And at the thought of the punishments Youdi might inflict upon me I was seized …”

“The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the l…”

“When are they going to stop making me mean more than I say?”

“There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.”