Kaur K

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

“I wondered if we were born with something broken inside us. Maybe it was in the deepest marrow of our bones, some place we couldn't see or touch. Maybe that's why we couldn't love each other the way we were supposed to.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“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

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