وأيام طوال كنا فيها معًا نتكلم ونحلم ونبني معمارًا في الهواء، وإذا غلب علينا الصمت يغدو الصمت ذاته أشهى من الكلام وله حلاوة بغير انتهاء.
Long days we spent together, talking, dreaming, building castles in the air; and when silence overtook us, silence itself became more delicious than speech, with a sweetness that had no end.
From the novel Menorahs and Minarets · Chapter 6
Words of a narrator or a character belong to the novel's world, not to the author's personal views.