العلبة التي من دون غطاء / تبقى دائماً مفتوحة / أعطني واحدة من ابتسامتك / لا أتمنى شيئاً آخر

“The letters from the ink in my pen are an absurd map of magic signs.”

“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness …”

“To write is to forget. Literature is the pleasantest way of ignoring life.”

“I suppose no one truly admits the existence of another person.”