Andrew Nedelchev

“Used books,” as if someone else has had the best of them and you get the sere husk, or the lees, as if a book isn’t the one thing, the one product, that is forever new. There’s no such thing as a used book. Or there’s no such thing as a book if it’s not being used.”
― Deborah Meyler, The Bookstore

“The media landscape of the present day is a map in search of a territory. A huge volume of sensational and often toxic imagery inundates our minds, much of it fictional in content. How do we make sense of this ceaseless flow of advertising and publicity, news and entertainment, where presidential campaigns and moon voyages are presented in terms indistinguishable from the launch of a new candy bar or deodorant? What actually happens on the level of our unconscious minds when, within minutes on the same TV screen, a prime minister is assassinated, an actress makes love, an injured child is carried from a car crash? Faced with these charged events, prepackaged emotions already in place, we can only stitch together a set of emergency scenarios, just as our sleeping minds extemporize a narrative from the unrelated memories that veer through the cortical night. In the waking dream that now constitutes everyday reality, images of a blood-spattered widow, the chromium trim of a limousine windshield, the stylised glamour of a motorcade, fuse together to provide a secondary narrative with very different meanings.”
― J.G. Ballard, The Atrocity Exhibition

“В какъв грозен свят сме пратили това дете.
Цял живот ли ще отговаря на глупави въпроси?
Що за простотия е това: Колко обичаш някого?
Колко! Колко! Колко! Колко!
Мозъците ни до такава степен са промити от метри, секунди, килограми, литри, щото почваме да си мислим, че и любовта можем да измерим.
Затова и децата ни вдигат ръце от нас. Защото постоянно ги изправяме до стената и ги разстрелваме с тъпите си въпроси : Горе ръцете! Как се казваш? Кого обичаш? Колко?
из "Зимна ябълка”
― Иво Сиромахов, Очила

“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.”
― Douglas Coupland, Life After God