Lotte

“Met dat geleuter in mijn hoofd kan ik urenlang doorgaan, het is zo ongeveer de prettigste bezigheid die ik ken. Alles in het leven zoekt een vorm om zich tot uitdrukking te brengen, meen ik, en ik ben bijna twintig en ik kan mij geen mooier leven voorstellen dan het ontcijferen van al die vormen van uitdrukkingen, met als doel ze allemaal terug te voeren tot de lichtste en zwaarste van alle dingen: de woorden. Dat is het geluk en de bevrijding, het verwoorden van alles wat daar niet eens om vraagt.”
― Connie Palmen, De vriendschap

“We became acquainted with starry skies the girls had gazed at while camping years before, and the boredom of summers traipsing from back yard to front to back again, and even a certain indefinable smell that arose from toilets on rainy nights, which the girls called "sewery." We knew what it felt like to see a boy with his shirt off, and why it made Lux write the name Kevin in purple Magic Marker all over her three-ring binder and even on her bras and panties, and we understood her rage coming home one day to find that Mrs. Lisbon had soaked her things in Clorox, bleaching all the "Kevins" out. We knew the pain of winter wind rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other, but sometimes, after one of us had read a long portion of the diary out loud, we had to fight back the urge to hug one another or to tell each other how pretty we were. We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn't fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“Droom: dat de hele mensheid bij elkaar komt, in een soort honderdduizendvoudig Feyenoord-stadion, en gezamenlijk begint te huilen van 'zie ons hier zitten'.”
― Herman de Coninck, De flaptekstlezer

“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse