The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

“Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not m…”

“ Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I…”

“But in the end I understood this language. I understood it, I understand it, al…”

“في صغري كان الكبار يبعثون في نفسي التساؤل والرهبة ، وما يدهشني الآن هم الأطفال …”