Murphy Scott

“Running might take her forward, it could even take her home; but it couldn't take her back–not ten minutes, ten hours, not ten years or days. And that was tough, as Hely would say. Tough: since back was the way she wanted to go, since the past was the only place she wanted to be.”
― Donna Tartt, The Little Friend

“The houses were not Hamas. The kids were not Hamas. Their clothes and toys were not Hamas. The neighborhood was not Hamas. The air was not Hamas. Our ears were not Hamas. Our eyes were not Hamas. The one who ordered the killing, the one who pressed the button thought only of Hamas.”
― Mosab Abu Toha, Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza

“In solitude he brooded on the same inexplicable question: 'What is this? Can it really be death?' And an inner voice would reply, 'Yes, that's what it is.' 'What is this torture for?' And the voice would reply, "It's just there. It's not for anything.' Above and beyond this there was nothing.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych

“Borders are those invented lines drawn with ash on maps and sewn into the ground by bullets.”
― Mosab Abu Toha, Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza