Bettina Servant

“A son who will never be older than his motherland - neither older nor younger. There shall be two heads – but you will only see one – there will be knees and a nose, a nose and knees. Newspaper praises him, two mothers raise him! Bicycles love him – but crowds will shove him! Sisters will weep, cobras will creep… Washing will hide him – voices will guide him! Friends will mutilate him – blood will betray him! Spittoons will brain him – doctors will drain him – jungle will claim him – wizards reclaim him! Soldiers will try him – tyrants will fry him… He will have sons without having sons! He will be old before he is old! And he will die before he is dead!”
― Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children

“The way of love is not
a subtle argument.

The door there
is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

“They were the screams of riders torn apart by the twisted reflections of their own inner selves.”
― Neal Shusterman, Full Tilt

“I have come here not to find answers, but to find a way to live in a world without any.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair