“Creating New Worlds Through Imagination”

“Any artist who has ever created something worthwhile has done so by staying true to himself. You can't do it any other way.”

“……, but as I am a scholar I feel obliged to document what it is like here, most of the time, between the dramatic climaxes. In truth it is like this: You cannot imagine how time can be so still. It hangs. It weighs, and yet there is so little of it. It goes so slowly and it is so scarce. If I was writing this scene it would last a full 15 minutes. I would lie here and you would sit there.”

“I kissed him again and through all the new chaos enveloping my life, there was one solid truth that I would always hold to. I would be alone for centuries over centuries, past lives through future lives, until my soul met Andrew’s again. This love was special, this love was rare, and it did not get any better than this.”

“أحب الخبز حسن الشكل. الخبز الشهى. ذلك النوع من الخبز الذى يظهر فى أحلام الجوع.وكان أن التقيت بمثل ذلك الخبز. طرقت باباً(وأنا أحياناً أفعل ذلك لأحافظ على لياقة مفاصل أصابعى)؛ فظهرت امرأة ذات كتل عجينية غير متناسبة(كانت لها طلعةُ غير معجونة ولا مخبوزة) وفى يدها رغيفُ حسن الشكل إلى حدٍ ما.أخذت قضمةً وبدأ الرغيف يبكى.”

“As a child I had wanted to become an automobile, but then I grew up to be thirty years old.”

“I think, therefore I am, said a man whose mother quickly hit him on the head, saying, I hit my son on the head, therefore I am.No no, you've got it all wrong, cried the man.So she hit him on the head again and cried, therefore I am.You're not, not that way; you're supposed to think, not hit, cried the man.. . . I think, therefore I am, said the man.I hit, therefore we both are, the hitter and the one who gets hit, said the man's mother.But at this point the man had ceased to be; unconscious he could not think. But his mother could. So she thought, I am, and so is my unconscious son, even if he doesn't know it . . .”