Andrea Facio

“Mama got up, went into her bedroom, and shut the door. A woman must stay alone for a long while until the hate men have for women has left her, and even longer until the jealousy women have for other women has left her, and longer still until the anger her children have for her has left her—until she is no longer a woman altered by the resentment of men, women, and children, no longer what others have forced her to be, but empty as a skull or a shell, filled only by whatever she pleases, forest air perhaps.”
― Kiran Desai, The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny

“The artist’s bookcases were full of poets, like the bookcases of anyone trying to find out how everyone else copes.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Friends

“May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.”
― Thomas Carlyle

“Only with a leaf
can I talk of the forest,”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry