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    Alice Oseman
    “Hello.
    I hope somebody is listening.”
    Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

  • #2
    Alice Oseman
    “I wonder- if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?”
    Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?"
    "A long one?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #4
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”
    L.M. Montgomery

  • #5
    Sally Rooney
    “It was culture as class performance, literature fetishised for its ability to take educated people on false emotional journeys, so that they might afterwards feel superior to the uneducated people whose emotional journeys they liked to read about.”
    Sally Rooney, Normal People

  • #6
    Sally Rooney
    “He knows that a lot of the literary people in college see books primarily as a way of appearing cultured, It was culture as class performance, literature fetishised for its ability to take educated people on false emotional journeys, so that they might afterwards feel superior to the uneducated people whose emotional journeys they liked to read about. Even the writer himself was a good person, and even if his book really was insightful, all books were ultimately marketed as status symbols, and all writers participated to some degree in this marketing.”
    Sally Rooney, Normal People

  • #7
    Sally Rooney
    “Over the summer I missed the periods of intense academic concentration that helped to relax me during term time. I liked to sit in the library to write essays, allowing my sense of time and personal identity to dissolve as the light dimmed outside the windows.”
    Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends



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