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“You ask me what you will be there. But what are you here? What are you creatures of Fantastica? Dreams, poetic inventions, characters in a neverending story. Do you think you’re real? Well yes, here in your world you are. But when you’ve been through the Nothing, you won’t be real anymore. You’ll be unrecognizable. And you will be in another world. In that world, you Fantasticans won’t be anything like yourselves. You will bring delusion and madness into the human world. Tell me, sonny, what do you suppose will become of all the Spook City folk who have jumped into the Nothing?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Atreyu stammered. ‘They will become delusions in the minds of human beings, fears where there is nothing to fear, desires for vain, hurtful things, despairing thoughts where there is no reason to despair.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

“Tu veux rester propre. Tu crois que tu es arrivé couvert de savon et tu crois que tu repartiras couvert de savon, et entre-temps tu ne veux pas risquer de puer, même cinq minutes." Il me saisit par le col de ma chemise, à la fois violent et tendre, souple et du comme l'acier ; la salive sortait de ses lèvres, ses yeux étaient baignés de larmes, mais les os de son visage saillaient et les muscles de ses bras, de son cou, étaient agités d'un tremblement. "Tu veux quitter Giovanni parce qu'avec lui tu pues. Tu veux mépriser Giovanni parce qu'il n'a pas peur de la puanteur de l'amour. Tu veux le tuer au nom de toute ta sale petit morale hypocrite. C'est toi...toi qui est immoral. Tu es de loin l'homme le plus immoral que j'aie jamais rencontré de ma vie.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“Fact is, blatant heterosexuals
are all over the place.
Supermarkets, movies, on your job,
in church, in books, on television
every day and night, every place -
even in gay bars.
& they want gay men & women
to go hide in the closets -

So to you straight folks
i say - Sure, i'll go
if you go too
but i'm polite
so - after you.”
― Pat Parker, The Complete Works of Pat Parker

“You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous