مرجان محمدی

“دنیای ادبیات روی بسیار خوشی به من نشان داده است اما در عین حال آن قدر تاریخ ادبیات می‌دانم که بفهمم این استقبال لزوماً به این معنا نیست که تو در دنیا کار مهمی انجام داده‌ای...باید یادتان باشد هیچ بعید نیست که بهترین رمان آمریکایی قرن بیست و یکم هم‌اکنون در جعبه کفشی در گوشه کمد کسی باشد و تا 50 سال دیگر کشف نشود! مریلین رابینسون”
― Marilynne Robinson

“Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

“Imagine a Carthage sown with salt, and all the sowers gone, and the seeds lain however long in the earth, till there rose finally in vegetable profusion leaves and trees of rime and brine. What flowering would there be in such a garden? Light would force each salt calyx to open in prisms, and to fruit heavily with bright globes of water–-peaches and grapes are little more than that, and where the world was salt there would be greater need of slaking. For need can blossom into all the compensations it requires. To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing–-the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one’s hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

“I think hope is the worst thing in the world. I really do. It makes a fool of you while it lasts. And then when it's gone, it's like there's nothing left of you at all . . . except what you can't be rid of.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Home