Lotte Kok

“De anemoon verlamt de roofvis, en eet die op. Het kleine clownvisje leeft van de restjes die de anemoon voor hem laat liggen, maar eet ook oude, dode tentakels. Op zijn beurt eet de anemoon de uitwerpselen van de anemoonvis. Het is smerig en hartverwarmend, zoals de meeste intieme relaties.”
― Nikki Dekker, Diepdiepblauw

“And there in the middle, high above Prechistensky Boulevard, amidst a scattering of stars on every side but catching the eye through its closeness to the earth, its pure white light and the long uplift of its tail, shone the comet, the huge, brilliant comet of 1812, that popular harbinger of untold horrors and the end of the world. But this bright comet with its long, shiny tail held no fears for Pierre. Quite the reverse: Pierre’s eyes glittered with tears of rapture as he gazed up at this radiant star, which must have traced its parabola through infinite space at speeds unimaginable and now suddenly seemed to have picked its spot in the black sky and impaled itself like an arrow piercing the earth, and stuck there, with its strong upthrusting tail and its brilliant display of whiteness amidst the infinity of scintillating stars. This heavenly body seemed perfectly attuned to Pierre’s newly melted heart, as it gathered reassurance and blossomed into new life.”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace