Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.

It is the duty of every patriot to hate his country creatively.

The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said "Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours."

after all the work of the philosophers on his soul and the doctors on his body, what can we really say we know about a man? That he is, when all is said and done, just a passage for liquids and solids, a pipe of flesh.

Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul

Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.