Aster

“the phrase comes to him before the emotion; but we must add that he is nevertheless a born writer, a man who detests meals, servants, ease, respectability or anything that gets between him and his art; who has kept his freedom when most of his contemporaries have long ago lost theirs; who is ashamed of nothing but being ashamed; who says whatever he has it in his mind to say, and has taught himself an accent, a cadence, indeed a language, for saying it in which, though they are not English, but Irish, will give him his place among the lesser immortals of our tongue.”
― Virginia Woolf

“Hope is the weapon of the masses and the poor. Hope is the thread between brutal reality and the imagined heaven. Hope is the only medicine in the lives of people who are wounded by society. Hope is the chance to bring change. Those who mock the existence of hope can never understand the quest of the exploited masses for emancipation.”
― Yogesh Maitreya, Flowers on the Grave of Caste

“It’s French, Letty.’ Ramy rolled his eyes. ‘Latin’s flimsiest daughter. How hard could it be?”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“You never know in what shape or form the caste instinct inside you is channelised into an act. To read about caste discrimination, to think that it's bad, to think that it should be abolished is very easy and comforting, but to prohibit oneself from practising it is very difficult.”
― Yogesh Maitreya, Flowers on the Grave of Caste