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“The secret of secrets rose in her like a rotten thing trying to retch itself up, and just to stop it, to head it off, to do anything but say it or feel it like a pole of obsidian strapped to the curve of her spine, she seized the priestess by the back of the neck and held her close to hiss a different secret, her lips against the ilykari’s small dark ear: “I want to fuck women.”
― Seth Dickinson, The Traitor Baru Cormorant

“You drank some darkness
and became visible.”
― Tomas Tranströmer, The Half-Finished Heaven

“I keep turning away from speaking of your letter. I feel — to speak of it would be to contain what it did to me, to make it small. I don't want to do that. I suppose in some ways she I 'm more Garden' s child than she knows. Even poetry, which breaks language into meaning — poetry ossifies time, the way trees do. What’s supple, whipping, soft, and fresh grows hard, grows armor. If I could touch you, put my in finger to your temple and sink you into me the way Garden does — perhaps then. But I would never.
So this letter instead.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“La vita adulta non può pagare ad oltranza i debiti dell'infanzia.”
― Franco Arminio