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

Nothing records the effects of a sad life so graphically as the human body.

There are no heroes in most of my stories. I look at our society with a critical eye and find nothing extraordinary in the people I see.

I was suffering from a peculiar and persistent sense that I was being pursued, and also the conviction that under the political order of the times, our lives had no meaning.

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.

As the tension eases, we must look in the direction of agriculture, industry and education as our final goals, and toward democracy under Mr Mubarak.

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