Insults are the business of the court.

Writing is for men who can think and feel, not mindless sensation seekers out of nightclubs and bars. But these are bad times. We are condemned to work with upstarts, clowns who no doubt got their training in a circus and then turned to journalism as the appropriate place to display their tricks.

You know what I'm afraid of? That God is sick of us.

Winning Nobel imposed on me a lifestyle to which I am not used and which I would not have preferred.

Only the poor are handicapped by honor.

We are like a woman with a difficult pregnancy. We have to rebuild the social classes in Egypt, and we must change the way things were.

It's clearly more important to treat one's fellow man well than to be always praying and fasting and touching one's head to a prayer mat.