Yun Deener

“Do you know that I have a right to do as I like with you,—that I can kill you, if I please?" "You”
― Harriet Jacobs, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl Written by Herself

“Every work of art is one half of a secret handshake, a challenge that seeks the password, a heliograph flashed from a tower window, an act of hopeless optimism in the service of bottomless longing. Every great record or novel or comic book convenes the first meeting of a fan club whose membership stands forever at one but which maintains chapters in every city -- in every cranium -- in the world. Art, like fandom, asserts the possibility of fellowship in a world built entirely from the materials of solitude. The novelist, the cartoonist, the songwriter, knows the gesture is doomed from the beginning but makes it anyway, flashes his or her bit of mirror, not on the chance that the signal will be seen or understood but as if such a chance existed.”
― Michael Chabon, Manhood for Amateurs

“It's natural to want someone you love to do what you want, or what you think would be good for them, but you can't interfere with people you love anymore than you're supposed to interfere with people you don't even know.”
― John Irving, The Cider House Rules

“The slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown.”
― Albert Camus