Senaida Labate

“Every day, the New York Times carries a motto in a box on its front page. "All the News That's Fit to Print," it says. It's been saying it for decades, day in and day out. I imagine most readers of the canonical sheet have long ceased to notice this bannered and flaunted symbol of its mental furniture. I myself check every day to make sure that the bright, smug, pompous, idiotic claim is still there. Then I check to make sure that it still irritates me. If I can still exclaim, under my breath, why do they insult me and what do they take me for and what the hell is it supposed to mean unless it's as obviously complacent and conceited and censorious as it seems to be, then at least I know I still have a pulse. You may wish to choose a more rigorous mental workout but I credit this daily infusion of annoyance with extending my lifespan.”
― Christopher Hitchens, Letters to a Young Contrarian

“If your world is out there and you are in here then the only things that will gather within these walls are time and bitterness. Eventually, that bitterness will eat away at you and leave nothing behind but resentment and hate.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“I checked her backpack for her toothbrush and watched her go down the front steps, her shoulders squared confidently. I blew her a kiss and sat down to wait. Presently, she was back. Although wishing to run to the woods and live on our own seems to be an inherited characteristic in our family, we are not unique. Almost everyone I know has dreamed at some time of running away”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Kovėsi jis geriau negu kada nors gyvenime, regis, buvo pasiryžęs sutelkti visą didžiulę jį lydinčią šlovę į šią vienintelę dieną. Užuot pasidavęs įprastiniam siautuliui žudyti, stengėsi, kad sektųsi mirmidonams. Kovėsi nebe kirviu, o kalaviju ir visiškai tylomis, kaip karalius, kasmet atliekantis didįjį atnašavimą dievui. Ta mintis patraukė paskui save kitą, ir aš iš karto supratau, kokia permaina jame įvykusi. Visada jis būdavo tik karalaitis, niekada nebuvo karalius. O tą dieną jis buvo karalius.”
― Colleen McCullough