Tina

“But at other times, I sit here reading in the afternoon, a myrtle in my buttonhole, and there are such beautiful passages in the book that I think I have become beautiful myself.”
― Lydia Davis, Varieties of Disturbance

“Smreke ob vodi so iz morastih sanj vlekle tiste, ki so jih sanjali.
Smreke ob morasti vodi so bile lovilci sanj, ki so iz sanj vlekli tiste, ki jih niso sanjali.
Mora, mora, kakšna mora.
Poroženeli prsti smrekastih sanj.
Kaj vse je požrl ogenj, kateri ogenj.
Smreke so bile skeleti smrek.
Njihova struktura jasno vidna zainteresiranemu očesu.
Smreke so bile gozd in niso videle samih sebe zaradi gozda.
Kaj se je zgodilo drvarjem, ki so šli mednje.
Kaj se je zgodilo gobarjem, ki so šli mednje.
Poroženel travnik, poroženelo rastje, ki ni raslo navzgor, ampak vase. Poroženele smreke, njihovi trnovi listi.
Nekoč je šla v gozd zeliščarica, in smreke so si iz nje pripravile gostijo.
Nekoč je šel v gozd smrek drvar, in kdo je zdaj posekal koga.
Nekoč so se smrečne veje staknile in postavile mejo med tukaj in zdaj in tam in potem.”
― Jernej Županič, Mamuti

“For human nature is such that grief and pain - even simultaneously suffered - do not add up as a whole in our consciousness, but hide, the lesser behind the greater, according to a definite law of perspective. It is providential and is our means of surviving in the camp. And this is the reason why so often in free life one hears it said that man is never content. In fact it is not a question of a human incapacity for a state of absolute happiness, but of an ever-insufficient knowledge of the complex nature of the state of unhappiness; so that the single name of the major cause is given to all its causes, which are composite and set out in an order of urgency. And if the most immediate cause of stress comes to an end, you are grievously amazed to see that another one lies behind; and in reality a whole series of others.

So that as soon as the cold, which throughout the winter had seemed our only enemy, had ceased, we became aware of the hunger; and repeating the same error, we now say: "If it was not for the hunger!...”
― Primo Levi, If This Is a Man / The Truce

“It is man who kills, man who creates or suffers injustice; it is no longer man who, having lost all restraint, shares his bed with a corpse. Whoever waits for his neighbor to die in order to take his piece of bread is, albeit guiltless, further from the model of
thinking man than the most primitive pigmy or the most vicious sadist".”
― Primo Levi, If This Is a Man / The Truce