Jack

“There’s a kind of time travel in letters, isn’t there? I imagine you laughing at my small joke; I imagine you groaning; I imagine you throwing my words away. Do I have you still? Do I address empty air and the flies that will eat this carcass? You could leave me for five years, you could return never—and I have to write the rest of this not knowing.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“And now, dear friend, - You who have journeyed with me in all these merry doings, - I will not bid you follow me further, but will drop your hand here with a "good den," if you wish it; for that which cometh hereafter speaks of the breaking up of things, and shows how joys and pleasures that are dead and gone can never be set upon their feet to walk again.”
― Howard Pyle, Merry Adventures of Robin Hood

“I don’t want someone who’s an embodiment of me. An embodiment of me doesn’t stand a chance in hell. When a Muslim congressman goes on a morning show in 2015 and says Trump might win, he’s almost laughed off the set by the other pundits. When a Palestinian American congresswoman calls for Palestine to be free, she’s censured—her colleagues, however, are free to call for the eradication of Palestinians without consequence. Even candidates who are remotely like me are told by huge swaths of the United States, time and time again: You are not the same, the rules for you are not the same, what you have to say is lesser. No, I don’t want a candidate who’s the embodiment of me. I want a candidate who doesn’t bankroll genocide. Failing that, I want the superhuman powers of dissociation that even the Democratic Party’s progressive vanguard seem able, in a pinch, to conjure.”
― Omar El Akkad, One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

“En enkelt gang er De sunket dybt. Lad nu fremtiden vise, hvor højt De kan nå op.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Return of Sherlock Holmes