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  • #2
    Neil Gaiman
    “Oh, monsters are scared," said Lettie. "That's why they're monsters.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

  • #3
    Neil Gaiman
    “Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

  • #4
    Neil Gaiman
    “I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

  • #5
    Neil Gaiman
    “And did I pass?" The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left the younger woman said, "You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

  • #6
    Abbi Jacobson
    “Maybe we never fully figure it out. Maybe it keeps changing. Sometimes we’re the swimmer, sometimes the one being swam into.”
    Abbi Jacobson, I Might Regret This: Essays, Drawings, Vulnerabilities, and Other Stuff

  • #7
    Abbi Jacobson
    “There’s a quiet epidemic of women taking and absorbing the blame for other people’s mistakes, because of some inherent attribute deep inside us, constantly trying not to be difficult. I’ve had to learn to speak up and ask for what I want, specifically. And if it’s not done right, I don’t need to say, “Sorry, but…” Why am I apologizing? Asking for what you want and need (nicely) is not being an asshole, it’s part of the job.”
    Abbi Jacobson, I Might Regret This: Essays, Drawings, Vulnerabilities, and Other Stuff

  • #8
    Abbi Jacobson
    “The things we are most afraid of are the things that will ultimately change our whole makeup.”
    Abbi Jacobson, I Might Regret This: Essays, Drawings, Vulnerabilities, and Other Stuff

  • #9
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #10
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #11
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #12
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I wanted to tell them that I'd never had a friend, not ever, not a real one. Until Dante. I wanted to tell them that I never knew that people like Dante existed in the world, people who looked at the stars, and knew the mysteries of water, and knew enough to know that birds belonged to the heavens and weren't meant to be shot down from their graceful flights by mean and stupid boys. I wanted to tell them that he had changed my life and that I would never be the same, not ever. And that somehow it felt like it was Dante who had saved my life and not the other way around. I wanted to tell them that he was the first human being aside from my mother who had ever made me want to talk about the things that scared me. I wanted to tell them so many things and yet I didn't have the words. So I just stupidly repeated myself. "Dante's my friend.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #13
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “And it seemed to me that Dante's face was a map of the world. A world without any darkness.

    Wow, a world without darkness. How beautiful was that?”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #14
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I renamed myself Ari.

    If I switched the letter, my name was Air.

    I thought it might be a great thing to be the air.

    I could be something and nothing at the same time. I could be necessary and also invisible. Everyone would need me and no one would be able to see me.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #15
    Tommy Orange
    “This is the thing: If you have the option to not think about or even consider history, whether you learned it right or not, or whether it even deserves consideration, that’s how you know you’re on board the ship that serves hors d’oeuvres and fluffs your pillows, while others are out at sea, swimming or drowning, or clinging to little inflatable rafts that they have to take turns keeping inflated, people short of breath, who’ve never even heard of the words hors d’oeuvres or fluff. Then someone from up on the yacht says, "It's too bad those people down there are lazy, and not as smart and able as we are up here, we who have built these strong, large, stylish boats ourselves, we who float the seven seas like kings." And then someone else on board says something like, "But your father gave you this yacht, and these are his servants who brought the hors d'oeuvres." At which point that person gets tossed overboard by a group of hired thugs who'd been hired by the father who owned the yacht, hired for the express purpose of removing any and all agitators on the yacht to keep them from making unnecessary waves, or even referencing the father or the yacht itself. Meanwhile, the man thrown overboard begs for his life, and the people on the small inflatable rafts can't get to him soon enough, or they don't even try, and the yacht's speed and weight cause an undertow. Then in whispers, while the agitator gets sucked under the yacht, private agreements are made, precautions are measured out, and everyone quietly agrees to keep on quietly agreeing to the implied rule of law and to not think about what just happened. Soon, the father, who put these things in place, is only spoken of in the form of lore, stories told to children at night, under the stars, at which point there are suddenly several fathers, noble, wise forefathers. And the boat sails on unfettered.”
    Tommy Orange, There There

  • #16
    Tommy Orange
    “We are the memories we don't remember, which live in us, which we feel, which make us sing and dance and pray the way we do, feelings from memories that flare and bloom unexpectedly in our lives like blood through a blanket from a wound made by a bullet fired by a man shooting us in the back for our hair, for our heads, for a bounty, or just to get rid of us.”
    Tommy Orange, There There



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