Mila

“Your father—my God, you were his pride and joy. He came home from work to feed you every lunchtime, even if it meant he barely got a chance to eat his own meal. He rocked you to sleep at night. He clipped your tiny nails so carefully that you laughed when he did it. I could not believe he ever thought he would be a bad parent.

You were my world. But to your father, Salahudin? You were the solar system. Bigger. The universe itself. “He will be a neurosurgeon,” your father said. “He will be a writer. He will be an architect.”
― Sabaa Tahir, All My Rage

“Prenez le premier univers disponible, choisissez-en un recoin isolé et
désert, et remettez-le entre les mains d’une entité créatrice de mauvais
goût. Donnez à cette dernière carte blanche et beaucoup trop de
gingembre. Admirez le résultat.”
― Naël Legrand, Une idée d'incandescence

“Il détestait les surprises, et espérait vivement que l'univers n'en eût plus trop en stock. De son côté, l'univers ricana.”
― Naël Legrand, L'Âme au poing

“Will had kissed Nico for the first time in a moment of impulsiveness, something Nico didn’t know Will had in him. The kiss had been just like this one, short and sweet.
Then Will had pulled away, worry on his face, an apology tumbling from his lips.
Nico had stopped him. Then kissed him back.
In a moment so full of grief and rage and sadness, Will had given him …
Light.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sun and the Star