On the single strand of wire strung to bring our house electricity, grackles and starlings neatly punctuated an invisible sentence.

A one-sentence fax that came out across the wire - I don't think that's adequate. I think we need, and deserve, better representation and I'm a little bit disappointed.

Writers take words seriously-perhaps the last professional class that does-and they struggle to steer their own through the crosswinds of meddling editors and careless typesetters and obtuse and malevolent reviewers into the lap of the ideal reader.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

What art offers is space – a certain breathing room for the spirit.

ان الكلمات مثل العصافير ، تمضي طليقة دون نظام ولا وعي وبإمكان أي كان بقليل من السحر أن يحبسها ليتاجر بها