Katathon Quotes

“One day, you’ll understand.” His hair might fall into his face then, as he said this next part: “Words are how you live forever. And I’m going to live forever.”
― Janani K. Jha, Katathon: The Official Companion Novella to The Rest of the Laurels

“so many of us choose to exist in limbo willingly in our actual lifetimes. We see nothing wrong with it. We straddle that space between sadness and satisfaction and build our lives around it. We settle for contentness and silently resent those of us who have chosen otherwise.”
― Janani K. Jha, Katathon: The Official Companion Novella to The Rest of the Laurels

“I’m motivated by a singular thought that loops like a skipping CD player: it’s been decided. All the thoughts, all the memories—they just decided how this would all end for me. I had no say. I had no choice.”
― Janani K. Jha, Katathon: The Official Companion Novella to The Rest of the Laurels

“How many people wander the Earth above shells of themselves, I wonder? Living day by day, no sign of when the ache will stop, taking one step after the other in the darkness with no indication of when the sun will finally rise? Swallowing their emotion, not allowing themselves to feel a fraction of it, lest they slip up and face the totality of it before they are ready.”
― Janani K. Jha, Katathon: The Official Companion Novella to The Rest of the Laurels

“The Greeks had a word for the act of purifying oneself of unwanted emotion, of dissolving the thick veil of shame that hangs in the aftermath of sin: katharsis. I feel cleansed. If the water below wasn’t acrid, I’d swim in it.”
― Janani K. Jha, Katathon: The Official Companion Novella to The Rest of the Laurels

“You were right, Asha.” “About what?” “You’ve changed.” The tip of his mouth twitches. I can’t tell if he’s smiling or suppressing a frown. “You’re not the girl I used to know.”
― Janani K. Jha, Katathon: The Official Companion Novella to The Rest of the Laurels

“Greed is a factory.”
― Janani K. Jha, Katathon: The Official Companion Novella to The Rest of the Laurels