Simon

“Instead of thinking gigantic thoughts, I tried to focus on something small, the smallest thing I could think of. Someone once made this pew I’m sitting on, I thought. Someone sanded the wood and varnished it. Someone carried it into the church. Someone laid the tiles on the floor, someone fitted the windows. Each brick was placed by human hands, each hinge fitted on each door, every road surface outside, every bulb in every streetlight. And even things built by machines were really built by human beings, who built the machines initially. And human beings themselves, made by other humans, struggling to create happy children and families. Me, all the clothing I wear, all the language I know. Who put me here in this church, thinking these thoughts? Other people, some I know very well and others I have never met. Am I myself, or am I them? Is this me, Frances? No, it is not me. It is the others. Do I sometimes hurt and harm myself, do I abuse the unearned cultural privilege of whiteness, do I take the labor of others for granted, have I sometimes exploited a reductive iteration of gender theory to avoid serious moral engagement, do I have a troubled relationship with my body, yes. Do I want to be free of pain and therefore demand that others also live free of pain, the pain that is mine and therefore also theirs, yes, yes.”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

“You think everyone you like is special, she said.
I tried to sit up and the bathtub was hard on my bones.
I’m just a normal person, she said. When you get to like someone, you make them feel like they’re different from everyone else.”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

“According to you the only way to love someone is to let them treat you like shit”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

“In times of crisis, we must all decide again and again whom we love. —FRANK O’HARA”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends