“لم أكن أهرب من الحرب ، بل من فيروز وأغانيها”

“And when Rambo whispered to me, assuring me of my nearest death, I was relieved at my parents' absence, for my death like all death should be a death and an end- no memory, no photograph, no stories and no mother's tears. In death everything should cease. All else is nothing but human vanity and make-believe.”

“I waited, hesitant to go out into the cold again. It was one of those days that have no mercy on your toes, that are oblivious to the suffering of your ears, that are mean and determined to take a chunk of your nose. It was a day to remind you that you can shiver all you want, sniff all you want, the universe is still oblivious. And if you ask why the inhumane temperature, the universe will answer you with tight lips and a cold tone and tell you to go back where you came from if you do not like it here.”

“My steps were muffled. It was quiet, so quiet that I felt as if I did not walk but instead crawled in silence. The snow covered everthing and I walked above cotton, on silent carpets, on beach sand. Softness is temporary and deceiving. It gently receives you and gently expels you.”

“لم أكن أهرب من شعورى حيال أى شىء.. كنت أهرب من التكرار !”

“لم أكن أجد نفسي متهورة،بل منطلقة حتى الحدود القصوى من الاستمتاع بحقي.في الواقع لم أكن أعرف حقيقة دوافعي في سلوكي المتحدي،هل كنت مستمتعة بتلك الحرب الخفية بيني و بين الناس،أم كنت شديدة الإيمان بحقي في العيش بحرية - بتصرف”

“* لم يخلق الله وحشا أسوأ من الإنسان , و لم يخلق الإنسان و حشا أسوأ من الحرب”