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“One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago
I met a little girl with a book under her arm.
I asked her why she was out so early and
she answered that there were too many books and
far too little time. And there she was absolutely right.”
― Tove Jansson

“On the beach, at dawn:
Four small stones clearly
Hugging each other.

How many kinds of love
Might there be in the world,
And how many formations might they make

And who am I ever
To imagine I could know
Such a marvelous business?

When the sun broke
It poured willingly its light
Over the stones

That did not move, not at all,
Just as, to its always generous term,
It shed its light on me,

My own body that loves,
Equally, to hug another body.”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“[..] hennes leende gjorde ansiktet alldeles lysande, som när vinden klistrar ett löv mot fönstret och solen skiner igenom det och alla nerver och ådror syns. Yani, hennes själ syntes. (s. 81)”
― Johannes Anyuru, De kommer att drunkna i sina mödrars tårar

“The desire to be loved is the last illusion
Give it up and you will be free.”
― Margaret Atwood

“Dom höll varandras händer. Dom hade samma svarta hårfärg. Dom sprang i takt med varandra fast den ena sprang med knäna högt som en gasell (Laide) och den andra sprang som om han inte ville att kroppen skulle lämna marken (Samuel). Det finns få saker som är så svåra som att springa och hålla varandras händer och jag minns att när jag säg det så tänkte jag: Okej. Dom kanske är menade för varandra. Det kanske bara är att acceptera. Jag kanske har haft fel.”
― Jonas Hassen Khemiri, Allt jag inte minns

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes