- Sometimes, I want to ask questions. But the thing is, I don't want answers. I'm not interested in their answer. I'm interested in my own and I'm interested in saying it outloud, freely. I want to make a statement. And, I suppose I want you to respond. Unfortunately, I get weird looks without some sort of precurser.
- "Percival destroys it, as he blunders off. Yet it is Percival I need; for it is Percival who indpsires poetry."
- I didn't hear what the teacher said but I saw Annie smile. I'll have to talk to her about that.
- I don't understand. Why would I ever turn the children away?
- "Umaima sighed audibly. 'We are going to have to work very hard to make life bearable.' Adham gazed up at the mansion. ' We are going to have to work even harder to make that gate open for us again.'" --Naguib Mahfouz, Children of the Alley
- I saw a woodchip in his hair.
- I've been here for three weeks and the fully covered women still make my heart skip a beat. But I also see the women wearing headscarfs and I will not deny their beauty: the colors, patterns, and fashions complimented by warm, smiling faces.
- I saw the teacher hug Annie. She was crying. I will help her. I will share her grief.
- Come, Adham. Let's go tend the fields...
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