Twinkerbell

“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

“A obiad u Mortkowiczów? Żona Jakuba, Janina, oprowadzała najpierw Zochę po mieszkaniu. Pokoje w amfiladzie. Wszędzie stoły, komody, sekretarzyki, wazony pełne świeżych kwiatów, srebrne koszyczki, patery z miśnieńskiej porcelany. "Potem wszyscy zasiedli do starannie nakrytego stołu - wspomina Joanna Olczak-Ronikier, wnuczka. - Gdy z wazy nalano zupę pomidorową, Stryjeńska podniosła swój pełny talerz i przewróciła do góry dnem. Wyjaśniła uprzejmie: "Chciałam tylko sprawdzić, jaka to marka". No tak, raczej już jej nie zaproszą.”
― Angelika Kuźniak, Stryjeńska. Diabli nadali

“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

“So the ghostly figure which has haunted these pages, as it haunted my life, goes down into the impenetrable gloom. Like a shadow she first came to me in the loneliness of the night. Like a shadow she passes away in the loneliness of the dead”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White