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“I love you and I love you and I love you, on battlefields, in shadows, in fading ink, on cold ice splashed with the blood of seals. In the rings of trees. In the wreckage of a planet crumbling to space. In bubbling water. In bee stings and dragonfly wings, in stars. In the deapths of lonely woods where I wandered in my youth, staring up - and even then you watched me. You slid back through my life, and I have known you since before I knew you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“That summer and into the fall and in the ensuing years to come, amid talk of Muslim bans, nasty women, border walls, and shithole nations, it was common to hear in certain circles the disbelieving cries, “This is not America,” or “I don’t recognize my country,” or “This is not who we are.” Except that this was and is our country and this was and is who we are, whether we have known or recognized it or not.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents

“There’s ugliness in beauty, but there’s also beauty in ugliness’

‘We may be monsters, but we are each other’s monsters”
― L. Grey S., His WildFlower

“Monster was the best, his favorite word. The first half was a kiss, the second a hiss.”
― Jennifer Giesbrecht, The Monster of Elendhaven