Twinkerbell

“Every time Leon had to tell her everything that he had done since their last meeting. She asked him for some verses - some verses for herself, a "love poem" in honour of her. But he never succeeded in getting a rhyme for the second verse; and at last ended by copying for her a sonnet in a "Keepsake". This was less from vanity than from the one desire of pleasing her. He did not question her ideas; he accepted all her tastes; he was rather becoming her mistress than she his. She had tender words and kisses that thrilled his soul. Where could she have learned this corruption almost incorporeal in the strength of its profundity and dissimulation?”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“I think', said Sally, 'it must be marvellous to be a novelist. You're frightfully dreamy and unpractical and unbusinesslike, and people imagine they can fairly swindle you as much as they want - and then you sit down and write a book about them which fairly shows them what swine they all are, and it's the most terrific success and you make pots of money.”
― Christopher Isherwood, Goodbye to Berlin

“Cała sytuacja, której się przyglądam - tutaj, w sali wypełnionej kobietami, które po raz pierwszy w historii wykonują nie wiem nawet jak wiele różnych zawodów - jest bardzo interesująca i ma wielkie znaczenie. Zdobyłyście sobie własne pokoje w domu dotychczas zajętym wyłącznie przez mężczyzn. Możecie, choć nie bez wielkiego trudu i wysiłku, zapłacić za czynsz. Zarabiacie swoje pięćset funtów rocznie. Ale ta wolność to dopiero początek: pokój wprawdzie macie własny, ale pusty. Trzeba go umeblować, trzeba go udekorować; trzeba go z kimś dzielić. Jak macie zamiar go umeblować? Z kim chcecie go dzielić i na jakich warunkach? Oto, jak sądzę, pytania najwyższej wagi i znaczenia. Po raz pierwszy w historii możecie je zadać; po raz pierwszy w historii możecie same zadecydować, jaka będzie na nie odpowiedź. Chętnie bym została, by przedyskutować te pytania i odpowiedzi - ale nie dziś. Mój czas upłynął, tu muszę przerwać.”
― Virginia Woolf, Eseje wybrane

“He knew I was gay for ages," he said, his voice soft. "We both did. Since we were, like, ten or eleven, maybe. As soon as we understood what gay was, we knew that's what I was. We... We used to kiss sometimes, when we were kids. When we were alone. Just little childish kisses, little pecks on the lips because we thought it was fun. We were always... really affectionate with each other. We'd cuddle and... we were kind to each other, rather than nasty like most children. I think we were so caught up in each other that we just... missed all the heteronormative propaganda that's thrust at you when you're that age. We didn't really realize it was weird until - yeah, until we were ten or eleven. But that didn't really stop us. I guess... I guess I always felt like it was more romantic than Aled did. Aled always just treated it like it was something that friends did rather than boyfriends. Aled... he's always been weird. He doesn't care what people think. He doesn't even, like, register the social norms... he's just caught up in his own little world.”
― Alice Oseman, Radio Silence