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“غموض: كلمة نستعملها لخداع الآخرين، لإيهامهم بأننا أكثر عمقاً منهم.”
― Emil Cioran, المياه كلها بلون الغرق

“Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. All with a single conclusion. For you and for every one and every thing that you have chosen to care for. There's the true brotherhood. The true fellowship. And everyone is a member for life. You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well then damn him. Damn him in every shape and form and guise. Do I see myself in him? Yes. I do. And what I see sickens me. Do you understand me? Can you understand me?”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited

“The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited

“كلما كان الإنسان أكثر اجتماعية، كان أقل عبقرية وأكثر ابتذالاً.”
― علي الوردي