Top 32 Abu Jaber Quotes
#1. When I was on my own in a hotel room in Romania, I had the imagination to keep myself occupied.
Rhona Mitra
#2. His expression seems a sort of surrender: the loss of a thing that he has already lost before.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#3. My mother's hand strokes my cheek and I don't push it away as I would in wakefulness, never wanting her to know how much I crave that gentle touch. How much I miss her even though I still don't trust her.
Suzanne Collins
#4. Tasting a piece of bread that someone bought is like looking at that person, but tasting a piece of bread that they baked is like looking out of their eyes.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#7. Beyond just writing about falling in love and out of love and wanting to do certain things and going out and partying and all the things that I grew up writing about, I want to write about deeper things.
Joan Jett
#8. People think, 'Wow, you're an actress, so people must be really nice to you and kiss your ass.' NOBODY kisses my ass.
Alicia Silverstone
#9. You want to protect you children, don't you? You let them out of your body but you never let them all the way out.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#10. The whole history of Christianity proves that she has little indeed to fear from persecution as a foe, but much to fear from persecution as an ally.
Thomas B. Macaulay
#11. But my foster mother never explained to me that there can be a deep loneliness in modern sanity too. That madness can be its own form of solace.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#13. There's the man with his cart who sold me rolls sprinkled with thyme and sesame every morning and then saluted me like a soldier.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#14. If you silence yourself, if you try to be good, if you try to be polite, or toe a party line, you end up paying for that in the long run. You pay for it ... with your homeland, or with your soul, or with your artistic vision.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#15. Consider the difference between the first and third person in poetry [ ... ] It's like the difference between looking at a person and looking through their eyes.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#16. The revolutionary can have no friendship or attachment, except for those who have proved by their actions that they, like him, are dedicated to revolution.
Sergey Nechayev
#17. He tells about his Sudanese roommate at Georgetown who owned a prayer rug with a compass to find Mecca built right into it. "After a few weeks in America, he rolled it up and used the compass to go camping," Han says.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#18. You should prize this pain of yours. This is what will make you human all the way through. Nothing less will do that.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#20. The artists realise it will take time. It is an upliftment process.
Eddy Grant
#21. There are basically two kinds of tax, the kind the masses can see, and the kind they can't. The inflation tax is of the second kind.
Michael Maloney
#22. It's a big formless, arctic night, the stars so bright they seem to hiss. I walk with my hands in pockets, arms pressed to my sides. Even in my down parka, the cold is still there. I feel as though my blood is crackling in it, my bones conducting cold like wires. My toes are curled in their boots.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#23. The streets of Aqaba are shell spirals and, on summer nights, crowded and complicated as a woman's heart.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#24. He believes that this man has looped a bit of the thread-leash through a corner of his soul.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#25. When Matussem Ramoud opened his eyes each morning, his wife would still not be there.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#27. I'll win the way
I always do
by being gone
when they come.
When they look, they'll see
nothing of me
and where I am
they'll not know.
This, I thought, is my way
and right or wrong
it's me. Being dead, then,
I'll have won completely.
Robert Creeley
#28. Retarded kids are the best. When they ask for an autograph I just fake sign a picture and tell them that it's in invisible ink and it will show up later. They totally buy it. It saves me a fortune in markers.
Zach Braff
#29. Phantasm, a pink-palmed jinn, a ghost from one of the drowned cities.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#31. I'm in my junior year but I can't take it anymore. The beige walls, the scent of linoleum and used lockers, the shrill bell between classes. High school is sucking the life out of me.
Diana Abu-Jaber
#32. Sometimes when she lies awake her body feels as finely made as a tuning fork. She can hear and smell the most delicate things, the smell and music of thought itself.
Diana Abu-Jaber
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