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“Il mozzicone di candela stava ormai per spegnersi nella bugia sbilenca e illuminava debolmente, in quella misera stanza, l’assassino e la peccatrice, stranamente riuniti nella lettura del libro eterno.”
― Fëdor Dostoevskij, Delitto e castigo

“On my fourth birthday, I plucked six severed fingers from the shower drain.”
― Lucy Rose

“After all, in the final analysis, man is a cause.”
― Ghassan Kanafani, Palestine's Children: Returning to Haifa and Other Stories

“When this harsh winter passes, a sun-kissed letter will surely come from the south, bearing news of spring. Delicate springs are trembling at the end of a long winter. New life is struggling to emerge from within. The ground that had been slumbering wakes, and the young grass pokes out from between the dead withered leaves. Grass springs up again, though knocked down by the wind, trampled and crushed under foot maybe it will brush against your legs and whisper a shy greeting. Hello! This winter is over, and the cold that seemed to last forever is thawing. Spring has finally come.”
― Keum Suk Gendry-Kim, Grass