Ghaith Farkouh

“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”

“There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance one of these days.”…”And when you do find one, observe with care,… they almost always have crystals in their heart.”

“Tell him yes,” she said. “Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”

” He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to
endure the burden of the past. “

“He is ugly and sad,” she said to Fermina Daza, “but he is all love.”

That idea broke his heart, but he did nothing to suppress it; on the contrary, he took pleasure in his pain.
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What type of substances do you normally use?
Alcohol.
Every day?
Yes.
What time do you start drinking?
When I wake up.
She marks it down.
How much per day?
As much as I can.
How much is that?
Enough to make myself look like I do.
She looks at me. She marks it down.
Do use anything else?
Cocaine.
How often?
Every day.
She marks it down.
How much?
As much as I can.
She marks it down.
In what form?
Lately crack, but over the years, in every form that it exists.
She marks it down.
Anything else?
Pills, acid, mushrooms, meth, PCP and glue.
Marks it down.
How often?
When I have it.
How often?
A few times a week.
Marks it down.
She moves forward and draws out a stethoscope.
How are you feeling?
Terrible.
In what way?
In every way.
…..
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Today I wonder why it is God refers to Himself as “Father” at all. This, to me, in light of the earthly representation of the role, seems a marketing mistake. Why would God want to call Himself Father when so many fathers abandon their children?

Cusswords are pure ecstasy when you are twelve, buzzing in the mouth like a battery on the tongue

Some people skip through life; some people are dragged through it.

I visited a church in the suburbs, and there was this blowhard preacher talking about how television rots your brain. He said that when we are watching television our minds are working no harder than when we are sleeping. I thought that sounded heavenly. I bought one that afternoon.

“the soul of man, unwatched, is perverse.”

“…sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself…”
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