minimalism

As long as there has been one true God, there has been killing in his name.

..القبر

.قوموا بوضعى دون تابوت عارية وجهى للارض وظهرى للعالم وبدون صلاة ولا ينقش اسمى فأولئك الذين لايحافظون على وعودهم لايستحقون المرثية

Bobby

- What?

Are you in trouble for all of this?

- Hell, I don't know. I don't really give a shit. I'm dying. Remember?

What we're gonna do?

- It's a question of how serious you are about seeing justice done.

Is life always this hard, or is it just when you're a kid ?

- Always like this.

There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house, there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.

You know, When the Big Bang happened, all the atoms in the universe, they were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward. So my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then, and who knows! Probably smashed together several times in the last 13 billion years, so my atoms have known yours and my atoms have always loved yours

all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.

You'll find Mr. Right one day. All women want to sleep on a man's shoulder.

- All men snore after a few drinks and I have a musical ear.

At least you'll never be a vegetable even artichokes have hearts.

but she had wings.

He still had enough perfume left to enslave the whole world if he so chose. He could walk to Versailles and have the king kiss his feet. He could write the pope a perfumed letter and reveal himself as the new Messiah. He could do all this, and more, if he wanted to. He possessed a power stronger than the power of money, or terror, or death , the invincible power to command the love of man kind. There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself.