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“What are we supposed to do if you die?” she demanded, and I think she was crying. “What do we do if they shoot you over some damn rabbits?” “Live!” Dad said. “That’s all anybody can do right now. Live. Hold out. Survive. I don’t know whether good times are coming back again. But I know that won’t matter if we don’t survive these times.” - Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler

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Grandmother wasn’t afraid of falling or losing her way, but she knew the darkness was absolute, and she knew what it was like when you lose your hold and there’s nothing left to go by. All the same, she said to herself, I know perfectly well what everything looks like. I don’t have to see it. - The Summer Book by Tove Jansson

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Sappho says that to die is evil: so the gods judge. For they do not die. —Aristotle Rhetoric 1398b = Sappho fr. 201 Voigt - If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho by Anne Carson

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We were never looking in the same direction. We were always looking at each other. Standing at the edge of the water, looking to the opposite shore. - I want to eat your pancreas by Yoru Sumino

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Pride and PowerPoint

by pinna.blu_ on ig

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“The coffee was 1500 won. They were drinking the same coffee, so they must have known how much it was. Tell me—don’t I deserve to drink a 1500-won cup of coffee? I don’t care if it’s 1500 won or 15 million won. It’s nobody’s business what I do with the money my husband made. Am I stealing from you? I suffered deathly pain having our child. My routine, my career, my dreams, my entire life, my self—I gave it all up to raise our child. And I’ve become vermin. What do I do now?” - Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 by Cho Nam-Joo

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Grumble grumble…

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Normal is often treated as a moral judgment, when it is often simply a statistical matter. The question of what everyone else is doing is less important than the question of what works for the two people in the actual relationship. It matters that everyone’s needs are carefully considered and respected, not that everyone is doing the same thing. - Ace by Angela Chen

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Centuries of centuries pass, but events take place only in the present; countless men are battling in the air, on land, and at sea, yet all that really happens is happening to me. - The Garden of The Branching Paths by Jorge Luis Borges

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If honour and wisdom and happiness are not my lot, may they be the lot of others. - The Library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges

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Once I am dead, there will be no want of pious hands to hurl me over the railing. My grave will be the bottomless air; my body will plummet for a long, long time, decaying and dissolving in the wind generated by my fall, which will be infinite. - The Library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges

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I would suggest that the failure of our friend’s novel should be blamed on this disastrous coincidence. Also— and I want to be absolutely honest—on the book’s flawed construction and on a number of stiff, pretentious passages that describe the sea. - A Glimpse into the Work of Herbert Quain by Jorge Luis Borges

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They respect the dictates of chance, to which they hand over their lives, their hopes, and their wild panic - The Lottery Of Babylon by Jorge Luis Borges

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he embarked upon a task that was extremely complex and, even before it began, futile. - Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote by Jorge Luis Borges

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“In essence, my scheme is not difficult,” I read in another part of his letter. “To carry it through all I need is to be immortal.” - Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote by Jorge Luis Borges

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it was not his intention to copy it. His ambition, an admirable one, was to produce a handful of pages that matched word for word and line for line those of Miguel de Cervantes. - Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote by Jorge Luis Borges

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One of Tlön’s schools manages to refute time, reasoning that the present is indeterminate, that the future has no reality except as present hope, and that the past has no reality except as present memory. - Tlön, Uqbar, Orbius Tertius by Jorge Luis Borges