Cretaceo

“i have often wondered what resides in an accent. is it a presence - an identity, a trajectory, a history? or is it rather an absence - an estrangement, a withdrawal, a blank space refusing to be filled? and are we immigrants synonymous to our accents? or are we, or can we ever aspire to be, more than that? this is not to deny that our accents are fundamentally important to who we are, and they are near and dear to our hearts. they are an inextricable trace of the paths we have travelled, the loves we have loved and never forgotten, the scars we still carry and which still hurt. but that doesn't mean we are from our accents.”
― Elif Shafak, How to Stay Sane in an Age of Division

“in the dark, none of us have names and no one is sacred”
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, This Wound Is a World

“Motherlands are castles made of glass. In order to leave them, you have to break something – a wall, a social convention, a cultural norm, a psychological barrier, a heart. What you have broken will haunt you. To be an emigré, therefore, means to forever bear shards of glass in your pockets. It is easy to forget they are there, light and minuscule as they are, and go on with your life, your little ambitions and important plans, but at the slightest contact the shards will remind you of their presence. They will cut you deep.”
― Elif Shafak, How to Stay Sane in an Age of Division

“„Menschen so zu bezeichnen, wie sie bezeichnet werden wollen, ist keine Frage von Höflichkeit, auch kein Symbol politischer Korrektheit oder einer progressiven Haltung – es ist einfach eine Frage des menschlichen Anstands.”
― Kübra Gümüşay, Sprache und Sein