Sex, like art, can unsettle a soul, can grind a heart in a mortar. Sex, like literature, can sneak the other within one's wall, even if only for a moment, a moment before one immures oneself again.
Rabih AlameddineIs life less thrilling if your neighbors are rational, if they donโt bomb your power stations whenever they feel you need to be admonished? Is it less rousing if they donโt rattle your windows and nerves with indiscriminate sonic booms just because they can?
Rabih AlameddineThere are two kinds of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don't.
Rabih AlameddineI long ago abandoned myself to a blind lust for the written word. Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time.
Rabih AlameddineI opened myself to you only to be skinned alive. The more vulnerable I became, the faster and more deft your knife. Knowing what was happening, still I stayed and let you carve more. That's how much I loved you. That's how much.
Rabih AlameddineMe? I was lost for long time. I didnโt make any friends for few years. You can say I made friends with two trees, two big trees in the middle of the school [โฆ]. I spent all my free time up in those trees. Everyone called me Tree Boy for the longest time. [โฆ]. I preferred trees to people. After that I preferred pigeons, but it was trees first.
Rabih Alameddine