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“I'm not a prisoner of things; they don't decide anything.”
― Eduardo Galeano, Days and Nights of Love and War

“It began to seem it had always been winter and that there was nothing else, just a vague awareness to make note of the fact. The universe was a dreary place, asleep, cold all the way to infinity, and the wind was a separate thing, not part of the winter, but a lost, unloved soul, screaming and moaning and rushing about looking for a place to rest and reckon
up its woes.”
― William Steig, Abel's Island

“I've known few people who have survived the tests of pain and violence-a rare feat-with their capacity for tenderness intact.”
― Eduardo Galeano, Days and Nights of Love and War

“That’s how I live, that’s how I die: in doubt.
One calls me back, the other kicks me out;
So from one source my joy and sadness rise.”
― Pierre de Ronsard, Cassandra