Twinkerbell

“The girl ginned again, more cheerfully than ever. 'Bless you, miss! Baxter's the keeper; and when he finds strange dogs hunting about, he takes and shoots 'em. It's keeper's dooty, miss. I think that dog will die. Here's where he's been shot, ain't it? That's Baxter's doings, that is. Baxter's doings, miss, and Baxter's dooty.'
It was almost wicked enough to wish that Baxter had shot the housemaid instead of the dog.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“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

“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