Mark

“Think about life as a fence,” said Miss Winkle. “And each time we transgress, each time we hurt one another, we must tap a nail into that fence. When we’re ready, we can pull those nails out of the fence. But even still, there will be holes.”
“Can the holes be fixed?” asked Bud. “Can they be patched?”
Miss Winkle shook her head. Bud’s shoulders sunk.
“But it’s alright,” said Miss Winkle. “The fence is still standing. The light can shine through.”
― Madeline Cash, Lost Lambs

“The world is not what it is: the world is what you make it.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“To the extent that heaven above is isolation, it seems to be hell. To the extent that hell below is a crowd, it apparently is heaven. Maybe we are condemned to an endless nagging sense of discomfort balanced against comfort, satisfaction against the itch to escape.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“If only one’s eyes weren’t visible to others, she thinks. If only one could hide one’s eyes from the world.”
― Han Kang, The Vegetarian