paraphrasing.."Science is the language of the intellect of society. Art is language of the entire human personality.

The writer interweaves a story with his own doubts, questions, and values. That is art.

The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.

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.

I wake up early in the morning and walk for an hour. If I have something to write, I prefer to write in the morning until midday, and in the afternoon, I eat.

One effect that the Nobel Prize seems to have had is that more Arabic literary works have been translated into other languages.

The heart is a place of secrets.